The Golden Harbor
The slate roofs of Llanberis groaned under the weight of the 1974 cold snap, pipes bursting in the walls of houses where the pension fund had already been raided by time and tax. In the staff room of the closing school on seventy-one of Corvid Lane, Iolo Llewellyn stood before the Captain, his hands trembling not from fear but from the sheer, physical exhaustion of holding a line against an...
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