He heard the crack of a stock whip and the men yelling, and guessed one of the herd must have broken away into the thick undergrowth. It was barely dawn and the air was crisp, the valley thick with mist from the river, and he knew sounds could be deceiving but he judged them to be just on the cre...
But sixteen years of independence had not been kind to the once beautiful old building. The lift had stopped working some time ago – no one could remember when – and the mahogany balustrade was cracked from lack of wax. Paint peeled from the walls of the pressroom, and the windows were coated wit...