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Through The Crime Writer’s Looking Glass

By BRM Stewart ‘I shouldn’t be here,’ I said.The old man with the long white hair and the long white beard looked at me and gave a small, patient smile. His finger stopped moving down the enormous ledger on the table in front of him.‘Not many people say that in this place,’ he said. His…

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