Chapter 23 Pennywhistle’s Last Page

The first book came through the window of Pennywhistle & Sons headfirst.

It was a slim blue novel in a cream ribbon. I knew it. I had once held it to my ear like a seashell. It landed in a snowbank on Marrow Lane, shook itself off and said, in a high, clear voice, “Oh, that’s cold. That’s lovely. T...

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