Category Archives: Pissing about for kicks
Sedlins
Sedlins sat down on the one still upright half of a splintered mahogany bench and looked around the room, carefully avoiding one particular corner. He tried the lock again, but still it held fast, though his hand came away with … Continue reading
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Growing up
No one has ever come to any trouble here, they say. It’s fine, they say, as long as you bring a light. But they never say what happens to those who don’t heed the warnings, or who simply don’t know. … Continue reading
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