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IT had been a long, hard drive. Frances had left early, hoping to get away before the rush hour – only to discover that the rush hour started earlier still. She stopped for a break further south than

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THE clamour of seagulls woke Frances. For a moment, she was disorientated. Not so much in place – she knew this bedroom well – as in time. She had the odd feeling that none of the last 30-odd years ha

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Outside the hallway was dark. I looked down at my hands to find they were shaking. A nurse greeted me as he walked past, flipping up the hood of his rain jacket. I followed, pushing open the door and