...In the shadow of the arches...
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The rain lashed eastwards as I huddled under the shadow of the arches, warming my hands over a makeshift fire.“Any success?” I hollered out to Jim.He stumbled towards me, across the stony mud, holding a tattered anorak over his head.“Aye lad, I found some leftovers on a bench.
Wednesday, July 23, 2025