The Golden Greenhouse

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The fog did not roll in from the sea, as one might expect in the damp, salt-crusted corners of the Cotswolds, but rather exhaled itself from the very pores of the ancient stone, a thick, bruised violet mist that smelled of wet wool and old copper. I had been summoned to the estate of my late uncle, a man whose reputation for eccentricity had long since curdled into a kind of local legend, a...

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