PLENTY of political careers have died there - but Queensland Parliament House holds more than one skeleton in her closet.
She regularly betrays her 147 years in daily creaks and groans, moaning when the wind blows too hard, crying out in storms.
She's charming and temperamental, this part of parliament that Joh didn't build, an architectural diva, whose quirks are on full display with nary an apology.
But there are tales of noises her occupants don't believe she made. Sudden chills. Heavy silences.
Tales given weight by the reality of those who passed within her walls. George Pollock, for one.
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