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A dense grey mist covered the old seaside town. It’s red brick building appeared to be perspiring. Moisture dripped from every nook and cranny. A particularly fine crescent of Victorian hotels attempted to brighten the scene with their bow windows.…

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Photo prompt curtsy of Fatima F Deria The silence was profound, Donald had never been anywhere so remote before. He usually travelled in crowded coaches, usually to attend some party. So to find himself standing in the midst of moorland…

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