The Golden Greenhouse

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The train slowed with a grinding shriek that seemed to tear the fabric of the afternoon, and I stepped onto the platform at Harrowgate with the feeling that I was stepping out of a dream I had not chosen to have, my suitcase heavy not with clothes but with the sheer, crushing weight of the last three years I had spent in a cell that smelled of damp wool and regret. The town was smaller than I...

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