The Golden Greenhouse

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The clock in the hall has stopped at three. You know this because you have checked it forty times since the funeral. It is a heavy thing, oak and brass, sitting in the corner like a judge who refuses to pass sentence. Your sister, Eleanor, is dead. Or rather, her body is in the ground, and the memory of her is in the house, sticking to the walls like damp wool. You are the detective now. You...

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