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That Place, Part 18

While Margery and Shrubsbury were traveling back to Druwich, something unexpected happened, Judy returned home. Barty, who had failed to mention their daughter’s disappearance to his wife, secretly hoped that she might just turn up, safe and sound. And that … Continue reading

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That Place, Part 17

It was the golden hour, and everything and everyone standing in the field to the west side “That Place” was warmed by a reddish glow. The trees looked as though they were made of bronze, and the sky was that … Continue reading

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That Place, Part 16

Shrubsbury had recommended several prospects to Margery. He did so with the caveat that she never reveal her plans to him. She agreed, knowing in her heart that he was a coward and he with the relief that comes from … Continue reading

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That Place, Part 15

Deep in the forest sat two chairs. They were placed at the end of a row of trees that formed an avenue. One chair was made of wood, and when I say made, it looked as though it had grown … Continue reading

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That Place, Part 14

“What were you thinking?” The young man, whose name was Ahearn, regarded those who were looking at him with murderous intent and said this. “Traditionally, one half of this thing is a local.” Georgie’s nostrils flared and she stood up … Continue reading

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That Place, Part 13

Rachael was busy. Everyone wanted, no needed to speak to her. This one would not have their pavilion further away from the house than that one. Others objected to the colors of the bonfires. The Animals were practically tetchy. Everybody … Continue reading

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That Place, Part 12

“This is absurd!” claimed Margery. Ms, Cuttlebuck, a smartly dressed women with short dark hair and grey eyes, smiled and replied, “Your opinion aside, the residents of Gateway House have the legal right to hold their event.” Martin Shrubsbury, not … Continue reading

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