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The rubble stunk of smoke, burning petrol and cordite. Twisted lampposts were garlanded with rotting corpses with signs hung around their neck. Dead...

Donna Harding had enjoyed a successful career in the Downshire Constabulary, due to her diligence and hard work she had reached the rank of Detective Constable. And had done so largely without regrets but she had arrived in her early thirties with her integrity, looks and figure intact, but she still lived the existence of a singleton.

In the wee small hours Before the first Morning light When Night lights glow Amid crickets songs Cool breezes Finger through Open windows Billowing...

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Near the Lion’s rock Stands a Sycamore tree With carvings of romance Initialed in its trunk A deep jagged heart Engulfs two letters Against the white...

The southern town off Abbottsford was the biggest in Downshire and was the administrative capital and the seat of the Downshire government. It was also a place of learning thanks to the Downshire University, it could also boast that it was a Cathedral City, was home to Abbottsford Town football club and benefitted from the renowned Winston Churchill Hospital.

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