Category Archives: Volume One

Episode Eleven – ‘The Argentabug Treaty’, Part Four

For the next hour or so it proved quite impossible to leave the square. Fitz may have melted away as soon as his speech was concluded but, with all patrols cancelled, the crowd in general showed no inclination to move … Continue reading

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Episode Eleven – ‘The Argentabug Treaty’, Part Three

It may have been the effect of the cotton wool, or perhaps it was just the sheer state of exhaustion I was in, but nothing was capable of disturbing me once I had collapsed into my bed in Room 312 … Continue reading

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Episode Eleven – ‘The Argentabug Treaty’, Part Two

For about thirty seconds I was treated to a unique insight into what it must feel like to be a lone sock being buffeted around the inside of a tumble dryer on a medium spin cycle. When the walls of … Continue reading

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Episode Eleven – ‘The Argentabug Treaty’, Part One

When the sun went down the temperature plummeted. Inside the train, stranded motionless on the tracks, a thin frost crept up the windows and breath hung in delicate clouds upon the air. Outside, a bright, chilling moon threw its stark … Continue reading

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Episode Ten – ‘Last Train To Marksville’, Part Five

Outside the train we wordlessly shuffled ourselves into a line, standing with our hands upon our heads as ordered. I found myself in the centre of our little group, with Michael to my right and Charters to my left, staring … Continue reading

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Episode Ten – ‘Last Train To Marksville’, Part Four

An awed hush settled over the carriage as the steady drum of clanking footsteps drew closer. Everyone instinctively huddled in the centre of the car, all eyes fixed upon the door. William’s mother threw a protective arm around her son; … Continue reading

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Episode Ten – ‘Last Train to Marksville’, Part Three

It proved to be a disappointingly simple task to exchange at the station our bartered tickets to Madrid for two returns to Marksville. During the transaction I tried to probe the ticket clerk for details of this so-called ‘conflict’ taking … Continue reading

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Episode Ten – ‘Last Train To Marksville’, Part Two

It was a little over half an hour later when Michael and I located the Café del Mar, which I approached rather more in hope than expectation. Inside we found a warm, bustling place with a vaguely Bohemian air. The … Continue reading

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Episode Ten – ‘Last Train To Marksville’, Part One

We stood on the concourse of Marston Railway Station and stared up at the departures board, attempting to select a destination. For the last two weeks Michael and I had been randomly zig-zagging our way through the landscape in an … Continue reading

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