Mister Sister occupied an old, abandoned seaside resort beside a wild stretch of coastland, a rundown property he had added to and developed over the years. Rows of ornamental palms had gone completely wild, ballooning between tangled mango trees like the heads of distraught women. A white walled, tinted window comfort zone had been erected on a cliff facing the sea. At one time this complex must have been chic and breezy, with its spacious atriums, glassy balcony’s and rambling kidney-shaped te
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