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A POOL OF DARK IN HIS HANDS
The shadows he’d seen did not darken the days that he'd helped with our wellies, lifted us up over dykes and stiles and carried doll's...
THE PLEASURE GROUND
What was the draw that brought us here, us four? Well, for one, we were rural-remote and chasm bored. Our Xanadu – a slope of woodland...
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