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By Martin Sowery

Copyright © Martin Sowery 2012

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My dear friend, the real truth always sounds impossible, do you know that? To make truth sound believable you must always mix a lie with it. People have always done so

- Dostoevsky

The vaunted eloquence of statistics has all the futility of precision without force…the printed page of the Press makes a still sort of uproar, taking from men both the power to reflect and the faculty of genuine feeling: leaving them with only the artificially created need to have something exciting to talk about.

- Conrad

Chapter One

The boy followed the path without thinking about anything in particular. It was late afternoon; almost evening. Mist hung in droplets as the air chilled, softening the autumn colours of the hills. The day was very still. The only sound he heard was the light rustle of his own clothing as he walked.

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