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The key is unlabelled. Fiona found it in a rusted tin beneath the old staff lounge radiator. She said nothing. Just pressed it into Helen’s hand and walked away. Helen looked down. The key was heavy and expectant. It doesn’t match anything modern. But it fits the storage annex beside the sluice corridor – a
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Between the window and the corner, the path narrowed, hemmed in by a tower of milk crates and a low table holding a shallow brass bowl. I moved through sideways, careful not to brush anything, until the painted metal rose up in front of me. The fire door was the only part of the flat
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The First Sound The first sound was always the wind. Not outside exactly – more like the echo of it, scraped into the bones of the building. It moved through the girders and concrete in slow, tonal signs, humming beneath the floors like something unmade. At the very top of the Arsenal buildings, high above
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Far From The Madding Crowd 