The shabti
A short story
“Would you do anything for me?”
“I love you. I would do anything.”
“Anything?”
“Name it, and it’ll be done.”
One grey, drizzly morning of March, 1940, a large rickety van rolled onto the long, uphill driveway of Helsby Hall, the glazed gravel crunching beneath tired wheels that rolled along it. Mr Eckland, a greying man in his late forties, had asked to…
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