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Mrs Mary Collins, recently widowed, needs legal assistance with her late husband’s estate.
Mr Tom Hayward, recently publicly embarrassed following the breakdown in his Understanding with Miss Ann Baxter, needs an escape from London.
How fortunate it is that Mr Gardiner knows of a solution to both their problems.
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24 May 2026
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"Tell me of this love," she insisted, "Tell me and I will grant you one wish."
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- Part 1 of Wayfarers
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05 May 2026
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Paddy's ex-boyfriend shows up at a sex party. Bill copes with this extremely well.
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18 Apr 2026
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“Marge takin’ good care of you, Buck?” he finally asks, lips barely moving.
“Yeah she really is, John. She looks out for me.”
John nods a little, stops when Gale tuts and rests a hand under his chin, featherlight restraint.
“She said you asked her if I’m takin’ good care of her too.”
“Yeah. Gotta make sure, you know?”
Gale hums, a sort of breathy ‘uh-huh’ through barely-parted lips as he carefully cleans the rewetted blood, swipes so gentle they don’t hurt even when he’s working right up next to John’s throbbing nose.
“You need someone to take care of you too, Bucky.”
“No point really,” John argues, definitely slurring now as everything catches up to him at once, adrenaline draining away to leave him nothing more than drunk and exhausted. “Not much here to care about. ‘S all back there.”
“That ain’t true.”
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John Egan has survived hell and returned to America after the war to find some promises have been kept, but most have been hollow. The one bright spot in his disappointing return to 'normal life' is his next door neighbor Gale Cleven and Gale's wife Marge, both of whom somehow still find John to be worth knowing, even after everything.
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- Part 2 of This You Will Be The One Worth Knowing
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17 Apr 2026
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Because he'd not heeded the warning signs, had he. Not in the past months—years, even, since he'd met Eoin by the side of the always green pitch—and not in the past days, where, through poetry and gritted teeth, he had allowed himself to notice things, things small and dreadful.
The way the lamplight would fall on Eoin's neck when he knelt between his legs, how he'd scrunch his forehead when holding the scissors in his mouth while fiddling with the roll of gauze, the way he would set the sulpha powder's cap in the same place each time, and how Paddy's body already knew the exact shape of his movement.
He'd clasped at Yeats as much as at the remnants of the pain, willing it to hurt more than it did.
And yet here he was, foaming at the mouth, and snapping at thin air.
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- Part 1 of Feral
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08 Apr 2026