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Last Refuge

This place is mine. From the motes of dust dancing in the light of the cracked windows to the doors hanging from their hinges to the yellowing tiles that once surrounded the x-ray machine, it’s all mine. It’s been mine

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Jack Liberty’s Son is in the Heinous Concoction

It started in front of the Old Bailey. I stood on the flagstone pavement, surrounded by lawyers grabbing coffee from the street cafes. I imagined what I’d have been looking at if I’d stood there two hundred years earlier, when

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Angels over Jacob

Jacob loved the night before Christmas. It called him to Regent Street every year with a promise it never failed to deliver on. He started his evening with a double cream macchiato in Starbucks. He found a table to himself

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Coldwater Cottage – 18: The Ascent

Previous instalments: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 Ian shot through the door and blinked at the grey light bathing the boulders below him. He grabbed his air gauge

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Coldwater Cottage – 17: The Promise

Previous instalments: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 “I’ve seen your memories. Now I’ve shown you one of mine.” Part of Ian’s mind refused to believe it, but the knowledge

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Tyburn Tree

Dark, late, rain. Bad combination. If Emilia hadn’t been dwelling on the combination as she dashed across Hyde Park, she wouldn’t have turned left instead of right at the Marble Arch exit. But her feet ached from shoes that weren’t

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Coldwater Cottage – 16: The Light

Previous instalments: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 The voice was silent, and Ian began to think the hallucination had passed. He felt sick when he wondered how long he’d spent

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Coldwater Cottage – 15: The Past

Previous instalments: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 “I gave you every warning, and still you had to go straight for the box. It’s hers.” The hiss and roar of his breathing

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London Rain

Jim was lost. That’s a problem with London suburbs: there’s so much of them that no matter how well you think you know your way around, it only takes one wrong turn and you stumble into one of the gaps

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Coldwater Cottage – 14: The Dark

Previous instalments: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 The flashlight went out. That was odd; he’d charged the battery and the bulb was fairly new. There was no need to panic, there was

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