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Chapter 8

Mark

Oh, to be just a man.

The Jag purred as I put my foot down, taking a detour across the heart of the Herefordshire countryside. The trees were turning, nature’s canvas; glorious ochres and russets and paprika, glowing in a sunburst against the grey of the rainclouds.

I love Autumn.

I love Au...

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