“I’m moving out. I’ll leave the keys to your flat under the mat,” the husband wrote.
The man in the suit stopped by the market stall. His gaze was cool but controlled, fixed on the loud
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The movers lugged the furniture into the new flat and nearly dropped it when they recognised the homeownera
The Shadow of the Gypsy on White Snow The crisp, icy air of January clung with the scent of burnt candles
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“Very well, lads, the fishing can wait,” decided Victor, grabbing the landing net. “
**The Flower That Never Faded** Every afternoon after leaving secondary school, Thomas walked along the
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