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The moon was bright

The breeze was light

As I stepped outside, that fateful night

And felt upon my neck the bite

Of winter coming, toothed in white...

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There’s a new, mysterious flight of stairs outside 14-year-old Carol Tanner’s bedroom. It goes up and up and up, into the realms of sheer impossibility — just as stairs in a three-bedroomed semi-detached house on Willow Drive shouldn’t. And it’s not there all the time... more...

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