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…hen David hurdled over the rusted chain-link fence and tumbled forward across the moonlit clearing. He rolled onto his back to find a shriveled caricature of a young girl clutching the front gate, rattling the padlocked chains and snarling through the bars.
Celia McKinley
✍ Posy Churchgate
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