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I hadn’t ever really looked at the old man before he lay on the pavement in the September sun, his head cushioned by blood. He’d always been there though, in my office building, which was also his home, a shadow of bones which appeared each morning with transparent hands to scrape up the post and… Continue Reading Survivor by Caroline England
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