February 12 Residents told to return to flats after stand-off

 By then it should have been all over, the thin man had let everyone down. No more presents for the boys and girls. No more animal skins, no more stolen touches. If this was year Zero, then Cambodia looked day glo.

Gordon cursed again as he stumbled over the exact same spot on the pavement that had eluded his spider sense each and every time he was forced to make this journey. At least the winklepickers didn’t scuff. Today was a good day to meet a ghost. He checked the piece of paper once more before shoving it deep into his jeans.

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