“Here you are, sir. The bread you ordered, all ready to go.” The miller said to John, the owner of the Hangman’s Noose. “Thank you,” John said as he picked up the bread and went back to his car. John always felt daunted whenever he set foot in Lower Slaughter, which was far more exclusiveContinue reading “A Tale of Four Villages-With-Gruesome-Sounding-Names-But-Are-Actually-Quite-Nice-Really”
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The Lower Strangling Chronicles 