Heating

I rubbed my shoulders for warmth as the first of the snow began to fall, blanketing the Canberra skyline in a sea of white powder. ‘Incredible, isn’t it,’ the woman next to me intoned, eyes wide under her beanie and shock of brown hair. ‘I guess,’ I frowned, looking around the deserted bridge for where …

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‘We’ve no time to lose!’ Loque cried, sprinting for the cab outside of our Banker Street lodgings. I’d scarcely had time to retrieve my hat before I threw myself down the stairs after him – as was always the way with Loque, I mused. I joined him at the curb as a hansom pulled to …

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