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I seen one, once—down by docks, sneaky bugger of a spot. Called it “The Rose,” ha! More like “The Thorn,” prickin’ everyone who stumbles in. Bloke runnin’ it, fat as a troll, gold tooth glintin’—thought he’s king, he did! We hates it! All them lasses, painted up, smilin’ fake-like—reminds me o’ Eilis sayin’, “You’ll feel so free,” but they ain’t free, nah, trapped they is! Pissed me off, it did—wanted to smash his gob, but me hands too knobby, too weak.

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So, I’m feeling a bit better, and I wander over to the Ledbury Heritage Centre. I’ve lived here ages, but I’ve never been. It’s actually pretty cool! They’ve got all this stuff about the history of the town. Did you know Ledbury was a market town since the 13th century? Crazy, right? I’m standing there, totally absorbed, when this kid runs in, yelling about a ghost. I’m like, “What? A ghost in Ledbury?”

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