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His table was a mess. A stack of printouts he referred from, a stray handkerchief that should have been washed ages ago and the one he...

The Sun had just set out from behind its hilly curtains on its journey to the other end of the sky, as I walked in through the gates of...

A single lamppost lit the empty street. No one else for as far as I could see. The rows and rows of houses stretched on forever. Windows...