Tag: Splendour
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A Place that was Ours. Chapter Four – Splendour.
I never discovered the name of the friendly police officer who asked me questions at my bedside in Bedeport Hospital. The constable who stood in our front room about a month later was certainly not cast from the same mould, in either stature or demeanour. His voice was sour, his thin face drooped like a…
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