The Golden Greenhouse

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You arrive at the house on a Tuesday. It is raining. The rain is cold and tastes of iron. You are not supposed to be there. You are supposed to be in London, in the flat with the blue curtains, waiting for your wife to return from her walk. But your feet moved you here. They moved you to the edge of the forest, to the crumbling stone gate of a place that does not appear on the map. The house is...

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