The Golden Greenhouse

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You arrive in Harrowgate with a suitcase that rattles like a broken bone. The train has left you at the end of the platform, a gray smear in the distance. You do not look back. Looking back is a luxury you cannot afford. The air smells of wet wool and coal dust. It is the smell of everywhere you have ever been and nowhere you want to be. You walk toward the center of town. The cobblestones are...

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