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Chapter 3: The Long Line
Podge was from a long line of private detectives. His mother was a private detective, and her mother before that, stretching back across the centuries, before the telegram, before newspapers, before monks and their chronicles. They didn’t do it for the glory, or the hope of some scrawled oblique reference in the annal of the Read more
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Chapter 2: The Crosstracks Inn
Mani’s bar didn’t make economic sense, like economics generally. She thought this to herself one rainy, needless Monday, while doing the books for the previous month’s takings. She’d done ok. The bar had done ok. On a tightrope between plenty and despair, the Crosstracks Inn was somewhere dead middle, trying not to look down. Mani Read more
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