This is a tale told where a bell tinkles to let you in a room that smells of leather and shoe polish . . . Continue reading →

This is a tale told on thin yellowed paper with a careful nib and joined-up writing . . .

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This part of the story is written in spinning willow leaves on a trapped river . . . Continue reading →

This is a tale told in sweet wrappers swirling by a bin on a cold day decades ago . . .

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