Letter 1 I never gave much credence to Calisto’s opinions, even if he reveled in giving them. Curled up on some impossibly narrow ledge, his bored drawl would seep towards me like a plume of odourless smoke and vanish right before my ears. I liked his company though, peculiar as it was. Not many people …

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The mourners filed past like a slow, solemn snake. Caps doffed and knees buckling they resembled beggars more than the recently bereaved by proxy. Begging you to accept their sympathy and hoping you would throw them a scrap or two of admiration for their perfectly honed puppy dog eyes and sincere condolences. Mrs Winter had …

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