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A deep, dark, dreadful secret
Lies hereunder, beneath our very feet.
We, the living, solemnly swear
We owe it to the dead,
To unbury past deeds and question why,
To unleash their secrets, open wide
The chasms long forgot, ring out
The desperate tales of hidden death.
1740 Anon
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VOICES PAST
by Susan Rollinson
Voices of the past captivate Fee Hunter when she moves house.
Set in an historic village in rural Buckinghamshire,
the
story unfolds as she finds evidence of unusual practices
and events dating back to medieval times.
The anonymous dead must be laid to rest, the truth
must be exposed.
What is the significance in all our lives of the past?
What is the influence of superstition, myth and ritual?
What other hidden things lie beneath our feet?
Are we duty bound to investigate or should we let things rest?

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