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Murder amongst comrades

Something began to pulse in my forehead; blood forced itself down my temple. I could hear the thump of my heart. A numbness travelled to my arms, and into the hands that clamped the...

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Equal in his eyes

“Working for God is never easy,” the Padre said between puffs of his wretched cigarette. “In fact, it’s fucking frustrating.” Why, oh, why had he found himself in this place, on Christmas Day, with...

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Digging up the past

The old man turned over the soil in his garden, the lines in his face more defined as he worked. His spade, with each thrust into the earth, brought back unwelcome thoughts. Images from...

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Bad Karma

“Nah mate. Here. Divven’t grab that one, it’s too heavy.” I leap over the fence like Chuck Norris in one of them karate movies. You know, the one when he’s in his military uniform....