II: “Ça va?”

Doozy the Shadow Theatre cat

The tower room door rattled, squealing on its hinges as my principle apprentice, JC, entered the oddly shaped chamber. The bearded youth looked bleary eyed as if he’d just rolled out of bed, ginger dreads hidden by the scruffy hooded mantle wrapped about his shoulders, a smouldering cheroot already clenched in one hand. I didn’t […]

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