The Golden Greenhouse
The fluorescent lights in the greenhouse hummed at a frequency that seemed to vibrate directly in my molars, a low, electric buzz that I could not turn off, a sound that had become the background noise of my life since the department approved the new spectral analysis grant, which was the very thing that kept my tenure on the line and kept Elena’s silence in the adjacent office heavy as wet...
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