"Mr Higgins, I presume" said Von Haelstrom, as he swept into the study, smiling widely and extending his long fingered hand in greeting.
"Very good to make your acquaintance sir," said Higgins, slightly taken aback and sheepishly accepting the handshake.
Being a country boy, he had never met a man of Von Haelstrom's soc...
Eggnog walked like a man on the very edge of losing the contents of his bowels. It was almost a tip-toed half stumble, with his buttocks clenched tight, arms flailing either side of him.
This man-child dwarf had serious medical issues, thought John Bray as he followed him along the dimly lit corridor. While trying hard not to stare...
Carlsberg was a huge city. To the common man it was a jumble of wood and stone, with no rhyme or reason in it's construction.
But to the more open mind it was a beautiful showcase of architecture. It's parks were immaculate and well tended. And it was regarded throughout the land as the forefront of cultural and academic studies.
The main stre...
John Bray strode through the delapidated gate way. Towering wrought iron gates clung to what was left of the supporting pillars, entwined with all manner of bramble and bracken.
The gates were wedged open, looking as though they had not been shut in many years.
The gravel crunched underfoot, and still the rain beat down. Drumming in to his skull with the precision of a metronome.
The year was 1802.
And it was raining.
John Louis Bray hated the rain. He had been unceremoniously dropped at the crossroads a few hundred yards back. Protesting to the driver of the carriage that it was unfair, and even offering extra funds to complete the journey, the driver had firmly told him in broken English 'no'.
The coach was to go no further. For all the money in the world.
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