The Devil\'s Ribbon
The Devil\'s Ribbon The light in the basement of the shipyard was blue. Not the clean blue of sky--the shipyard had not seen sky in twenty years--but the sickly blue of something that should not have been there. Like the colour of a bruise. Jack O\'Malley called them the watchers. That was all he knew. Two of them, sitting in the corner of the abandoned pipe tunnel beneath the old hull, glowing...
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