"The letter flutters on the desk, almost keeping time with the footsteps thundering across the floor."
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"The letter flutters on the desk, almost keeping time with the footsteps thundering across the floor."
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Celia approached the vicar, who stood alone for a few moments in the shadow of the rounded arch above the doorway, sheltered from the rising wind.
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"The world is in darkness. The hood the guards have placed over her head scratches at her cheeks and neck."
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There always seems to be more roadkill just after the weekend.
By a local author and set in this area.
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"The last embers of the fiery sunset danced across the surface of the Solway Firth, with the tips of its fingers illuminating the great stone fort at its edge."
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"Who knew that the word help could turn into a whole other four-letter word?"
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"Of course I have secrets."
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