Chapter 64 · for subscribers
Eight hooks worn pale and a loop of string on the ninth. Nine children in a schoolroom in Michaelmas 1995, and thirty-one years later every card but one is ash in a stove on Camber common. Pupil one was behind the glass at the warrant office. Pupil four was ruled straight through. I never once asked what happened to the other six, and standing in that parlour I understood that nobody had ever had to.
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