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Im going to tell you about Stephen Shaws odd little adventure walking a brandnew route through town. Stephen slipped out of the gate at the former...
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The brides mother, Margaret Whitfield, slid me into the worst table with a sardonic smile. Know your place, she sneered....
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Granddad, yes! Sam, a lanky boy wrapped in a coat far too big for him, clutched his grandfathers hand, shuffling...
The Keller manor in Surrey sat poised in its immaculate, chilly silence most days, its marble corridors echoing only with...
The brides mother, Margaret Whitfield, slotted me into the worst table with a smug grin. Know your place, she said....
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