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Llanymynech wasn’t what he was expecting. It both looked and felt like something out of the Wild West. Desolate. Dangerous. Steven crept into the heart of the small town feeling like an outlaw, an intruder, like he shouldn’t have been there. He reached a crossroads – Welcome to Dodge – and leant up against the side of a pub in the relative cool of the long shadows, considering his next move.
The streets were empty. There were people here, of that he had little doubt, but where they were and what they were doing was a mystery. Given the option, he’d have been in the coolest room of his house, doing very little, and it was safe to assume the inhabitants of Llanymynech were all doing the same. They may even have been watching him. That thought made him feel uneasy but he put it from his
