The Lottery Killer
The bale twine sat on the passenger seat next to him as he drove out of the bed
and breakfast. The owner and his wife had been very pleasant and the food had been
first class. He set off on the same journey he'd taken everyday during the past week,
feeling a tinge of remorse that this would be his last visit to Long Marsh Farm.
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