The Golden Greenhouse

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The smell of turpentine and rotting wood is the first thing that returns to you, a phantom limb of the senses that aches in the air where the old conservatory used to stand. You are eleven years old, or perhaps you are older, time having stretched into a rubber band that snaps back with a dull, bruising force. The village of Oakhaven sits in a bowl of grey hills, the kind of place where the...

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