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The Investigator

The hardest cynic, the investigator thought, is often fundamentally the most romantic person, because they so often feel let down by the world. He couldn’t detect much romance in himself today, but all the cynicism he could wish for.

He could hear the rain driving against the old stone walls. He liked the sound: it reminded him of the outside world. Lately, he’d spent far too many days in this gloom, had begun to feel a little too disconnected from Villjamur. Everything the city stood for these days was something he found a struggle to perceive.

By Mark Newton

Born in 1981, live in the UK. I write about strange things.

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