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Chapter 9
NINE The few friends of Linny’s he managed to track down had not heard from her for ages, apart from the occasional message on f*******:. Chaise had no reason to believe any of them lied. He sat in the lounge of a nearby public house a little way from Church Street in the City Centre. He’d strolled through the centre, shocked at how much everything had changed. Not only did the cold bother him, but the development of shops, businesses, all of them had received endless face-lifts. Gone the hard, featureless buildings of his younger days, replaced by clean, bright, modern edifices, efficient and somewhat sanitised, although the soul remained. The people were cheery, as always, and they lightened his heart. He’d spotted the shadow as he stepped out of the station at Moorfields and wandered
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