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It was now two weeks later. Joyce had spent much of that time under Mabel's instruction, rediscovering abilities she had long forgotten: psychometry, automatic writing and, perhaps most importantly, how to remain detached while using them. "All these practices come at a cost if you don't learn to distance yourself," Mabel had warned her. "There are forces in this world that feed upon emotion. Let them in and they'll cling to you like parasites. I've seen people destroyed by them, Joyce, and I won't…
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There is always a certain serendipity to life that cannot be predicted or harnessed, but when it presents itself it can fortuitous. Months back Mabel had been sent an invitation to a lecture by the British Embassy in Berlin. Due to her connections to many countries, and her patronage of many antiquarian studies. she routinely got many of these every month. It was hard to accept all and in some cases like this invitation, too risky to accept. But it gave them the chance to be in Germany at exactly the…
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25.9 K • Ongoing
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Will had brought a file with him and placed it on Arthur's desk. "I asked for some enquiries to be made about the man we met in Berlin." "The one who knew about Rosenfeld?" Arthur asked. "Yes, sir." Arthur reached for the file, but Will kept his hand on it. "I haven't finished yet." Arthur withdrew his hand and settled back into his chair. Mabel caught the look he gave the young lieutenant and suppressed a smile. Berlin had evidently done something for Will's confidence. "Professor Dr…
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Joyce had not meant to leave the house. She remembered sitting at the small desk beneath the window, the lamp turned low, her pen resting against the margin of a half-written page. The shop below had long since gone quiet. Even the boards seemed to have settled for the night. She had been thinking, not writing. The sea had been louder than usual, or perhaps she had only begun to notice it. Then she was standing on Blackmere Point. The wind pressed against her coat and salt lay sharp on the air.…
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Joyce watched as Vane's car turned the corner and began its journey back to London. She stood motionless, not from fear, but from the simple effort of processing what she had just been through. It took more than a few moments to comprehend. Her life had changed irrevocably, as though the past fifty-three years of her existence had been preparation for this one moment in time. There was no fear or trepidation, only an odd sense of belonging. That concerned her most. Why should such a feeling arise…
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True to his word, Raymond knocked on the door at precisely 11:45. Joyce was ready, now in a new uniform bearing the badges of the Admiralty Constabulary. It fitted perfectly, better than her old one, as though it had been made with her in mind. She chose not to question how. For now, she would take things as they came. As she opened the door, Raymond smiled. "That’s more like it. Very smart." Joyce dipped into a playful curtsy, lifting the edges of her skirt like a courtier. "Sir, you will…
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Joyce had been sitting opposite Mabel Shirley for nearly fifteen minutes and was still no closer to deciding what to make of her. The formidable Lady Hazelgrove Raymond had described had so far insisted she take another sandwich, complained about Wilkins calling her "Her Ladyship", and apologised for the state of her boots. Yet Joyce had not forgotten the first words she had spoken. Welcome home. Nor, Joyce suspected, had Mabel. The older woman appeared perfectly content to leave the matter…
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Joyce had slept well. She could not remember the last time she had slept better. Whether it was the sea air or something about this place, only time would tell. She was ready by eight and sat in the front room waiting for Mabel to collect her. By quarter past, there was still no sign of her. Joyce was beginning to wonder whether she ought to telephone when a scratching sound came from the front door. Curious, she went to investigate. She opened the door. A pure grey cat sat on the…
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It had been a long and, at times, overwhelming day. By mid-afternoon, Joyce had begun to wonder quite what she had taken on. Raymond had started with the familiar. The police station was small, staffed by a young constable and a Royal Navy liaison rating. That much she understood. From there, however, the scale of Easterwich's peculiar arrangements gradually revealed itself. They toured the perimeter, Raymond pointing out sentry posts and the ring of metal fencing that separated the town from the…
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25.9 K • Ongoing
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