13 x 20cm, 96 pages, Black and white printed, Perfect bound, Hardback, 2021

Finding yourself in the witches’ front room, whilst carrying a conch shell oil lamp.

Arriving at dusk. The sun sets over the land and the full moon rises over the sea. There is a very distinct sense that someone has just been here. Not before, not when this was used as something else.

But very recently, just now. There is a slab of concrete carved out of the rock. A tunnel to the side which I could possibly escape through.

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