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Peterboro

In Peterboro I met the man with clicking hands. Visibly extended they gripped his cane and pipe with infernal vigour as he strode through the crowd. I stopped him, grinning, and listened to his arms. The signal ran loud and clear through each and every vein and artery, morse code like they used in the […]

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