The Lower Strangling Chronicles I could only dream of living in a place like this, Archie Adams thought to himself as he dragged his cart of useless tat into the quintessential village of Lower Strangling, admiring the ancient cottages on either side of him. He hoped to flog some of the junk in his cartContinue reading “The Psychologist Who Didn’t Know Who He Was”
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