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The ground beneath our feet, soaked in all manner of volatile flammable liquids, began to burn. The bright searchlight mapped out the area we needed
According to his database this is where he meets her every Sunday. Next to this strange green statue overlooking the bay to the city. As
Nobody had taken much notice of the old man as he’d trudged down the road pulling a battered shopping trolley along behind him. When the
My instructions had been to make my way across the desert where I would be met and allocated a job and a place to live.
Dear Mr. and Mrs. Spencer, Can I begin by offering you my sincere apologies for the disgraceful ransom note you received yesterday. It was extremely