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34 Dan hasn’t felt anger like this since that night in Pendleton House. Another downside to the once laser-focused local press widening out and becoming more regional is that his own local newspaper has started to include news from the other side of the county. It’s not an area he particularly wants to be reminded of, and those reminders are now stronger than ever as he recognises the face beaming out at him from the front page. It’s a picture of Mr Duggan – Frank, according to the article, which describes him as a local businessman and philanthropist – who has recently died at the age of eighty-nine. The article makes no mention of his involvement with Pendleton House – good or bad – and describes him as a stalwart of the local community. Dan had often wondered what had happened to Mr