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Christmas Short Story 2016
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Christmas Short Story 2016
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Saturday, 24 December 2016
The Eavesdropper.
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‘Behold, I am the handmaid of the Lord.’ HE WAS AN EASY CHILD to overlook. Small and wiry, whose rags were the colour of the dust...
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