Saturday, December 30th, 2006
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Sid's Candle flickers in his hand as I step behind him into the tunnel. His hand is shaking, I can tell. Maybe just from the cold, i tell myslef. It's icy down here, and the rank musty smell of stale air pervades our senses until we have to bury our heads ...
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Saturday, December 2nd, 2006
Nothing ever happens in Lincoln.
It's one of those sleepy old towns where teenagers hang about in tracksuits outside the chippy on cold winter nights. Wind whips up the long incline to the high street, tossing litter in irregular little circular orbits as it goes. Trees bend in lazy arcs as ...
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