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3: Squander my solitude with your presence

Returning to Cadbury’s office, Selia again found herself disoriented. The ambiance had shifted dramatically and now resembled something akin to a sauna room at a morgue. A dankness had also swept the outside sky and either night was falling early, or … Continue reading

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2: Whispering, with bucket on head

The reception at Cadbury’s Detective Agency was a sordid affair, overrun with trinkets from eras that either were long past or yet to arrive. Entering from a new direction Selia noticed that it looked like an entirely different room, an … Continue reading

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1: The appointment, so called

Cadbury Fife slapped the private entrance to his office affectionately as he walked through it. He calmly oriented himself behind his desk and then, just as he was deliberating between placing his feet on the desk and placing his arms … Continue reading

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