Murder below deck

LATE one night, when all customers had left the Mermaid Tavern, Morwenna was washing the used tankards. There hadn’t been that many customers that night, which was often a sign that people were engage

MORWENNA stood motionless, the gusting wind buffeting her. The music she could hear came in snatches, brought to her on the waves of the wind. There was a pale moon. If she got to the headland, she mi

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MORWENNA MAGUIRE stood on the cliffs overlooking Black Rock Bay, her cloak pulled closely about her. It was perhaps two o’ clock in the morning, a time when all decent law-abiding folk should be tucke

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