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David L Atkinson

Copyright David L Atkinson 2013

Published by Smashwords

Chapter 1

Having often heard the rain in Ireland variously described as ‘soft’ and ‘warm’ I now had evidence of what was meant by that. Lying in a place of concealment in Eire just south of the border with Northern Ireland I was not cold but felt extremely wet. It was going through my mind that maybe I’d gotten hold of the wrong end of the stick.

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