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it was all some kind of dream, she didn't seem at any risk of waking up. Anyway, she didn't believe that kind of thing. Dreams weren't like this.
A path led from see how logically stupid the whole idea was, and he'd been standing there, anxiously waiting to see what she'd do...
Old certainties drained away, to be replaced by new certainties.
Now she understood whose granddaughter she was.
The Mended Drum had traditionally gone in for, well, traditional pub games, such as dominoes, darts and Stabbing People In The Back And Taking All Their Money. The new the stable‑yard past a vegetable garden and, descending slightly, into an orchard of black‑leaved trees. Glossy black apples hung from them. Off to one side were some white beehives.And she knew she'd seen it all before.There was an apple tree that was quite, quite different from the others.She stood and stared at it as memory flooded back.She remembered being just old enough to
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