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The Whisper Through the Glass The orderly, a woman with a weary, wind-beaten face and eyes dulled by

The Shadow of the Gypsy on White Snow The crisp, crystalline air of January seemed forever steeped in

Every afternoon, as he left secondary school, Thomas walked the cobbled streets with his backpack slung

**Diary Entry An Unexpected Rescue** *15th June, 2023* Right lads, fishing can wait, I decided, grabbing

The Whisper Beyond the Glass The nurse, a woman with a weary face and eyes dulled from years of witnessing

**Diary Entry** I heard a small voice behind me. “Excuse me, miss?” I turned to see a little

Emma couldnt remember the last time shed felt this relaxed. Her business trip had been postponed by a

**Diary Entry** I heard a timid knock at my door. When I opened it, a little girl, no older than six

Laura couldnt remember the last time shed felt so rested. Her business trip had been delayed by a few

**Diary Entry 28th March** “Your mums here to pick you up. Get your things.” People say every