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Flavour of a Guest

I like unexpected guests. The element of surprise gives them a piquant flavour. This one looks particularly wholesome. Young, female, wearing a chequered shirt that suggests she sees herself as a practical sort of person and heeled her boots that

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A Cat Explains Christmas

Nothing stirs on the night before Christmas. Least of all the parents, who are exhausted by the time they’ve finally got the excited children to sleep. Not a breath of wind stirs the decorations and every screen is dark. So

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Rationality in the Forest

Part of being a rational person is not putting too much stock in the shivers down my spine. That whisper was no more than a slight breeze touching the treetops on a still evening. We’re pattern-recognising primates, us humans. Something

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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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