Alf was uprooting tiny weeds from between the bedding plants in the small patch of garden at the front of the flat when
“the evening wasn’t a cold one, but it was starting to get dark and there was a sharp-edged, fidgety breeze prowling the garden, with no plants or long grass to soften it, tugging at branches and jabbing its way into corners.”
― The Wych Elm
― The Wych Elm
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