And the Greatest of These… Faith looked at the cupboard, eyeing it suspiciously. There was nothing particularly suspicious about it – all she could see from here was a door made of plain wood with a chrome handle. It was deserving of her suspicion though for two reasons. Firstly, she knew exactly what was in … Continue reading And The Greatest Of These…
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The Nightwatchman
The Nightwatchman Harry opened his eyes with a jerk, the faintest feeling of his head touching his chest cutting through the smoke of a dream. He could not remember what the dream had been about; it was still there, lurking at the back of his mind, but it refused to be pressed into the light. … Continue reading The Nightwatchman
