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Coat drawn tight around his shrivelled body ,Sam stood ,stooped over against the cold and shifted his weight laboriously onto his walking stick,on the rough cobbles of Swan Street.
I am writing a detective story in English, and thought I might put the start of it on Opuss, to see what you think. I woke in a cold sweat, eyes darting frantically around the room.
Chapter 5 The Thief Two had rolled to decide who would go first. The Thief looked on with beady eyes. Quick reflexes and instincts soon told him he was next.