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  As she entered the unfamiliar café, Kate glanced at the understated sign in orange, retro-style letters—The Bohemian. She wondered why Mag...

  Joe sat in the library, or what used to be the library. He glanced around at the bombed-out shell of the building and cried. ‘Why?’ He ...

  Tom was pleased to see the official rickshaw stand. He’d read about unlicensed rickshaws overcharging, or worse. Five rickshaws were lined...

T he pellet with the poison’s in the vessel with the pestle; the chalice from the palace has the brew that is true… Danny Kaye in and as Th...