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Chapter 12-1
Chapter 12 The sun was rising as they neared Scarborough. The town lay in the east, so they watched the sky fill with winter fire on what was the most peculiar Christmas morning Charles had ever experienced. Harry leaned on him and he was grateful for the warmth and company. His face was freezing and he was cold to the bone and he had no doubt Harry was, too. He glanced at his companion who sat upright as the fields gave way to the town. The air was filled with the smells of salt and seaweed and as they came into the town and drove to the cliff where the stage would alight they had the most magnificent view. They could see the sea crashing against the beach far below them, filling the air with noise and spray, and the ruins of the ancient castle that sat high on a headland guarding the to
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