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The new housing estate on the edge of Manchester was only just finding its pulse. Fresh plaster still
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The fruit basket sat on the kitchen table like a mute rebuke. Nancy Anderson, for the umpteenth time
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The otter with knowing eyes came to the people, pleading for help, and in gratitude left behind a generous payment.
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The Striped Guardian of the Square In that small square, everything was laid bare: windows faced one








