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Pat, Jon and Mick had gone into a huddle and were standing engrossed a few yards away, looking at something Mick was holding. Maya, Jed and I sauntered over, trying to look as nonchalant as possible while walking against the flow of the strong tide of commuters heading for the station.
‘Get a load of this’ said Jon, tearing a leaflet from Mick’s beefy fingers and passing it to Maya. She took it and held it so that Jed and I could read it too. It was hand-printed:
‘For all your COMMUTER DAY requirements.
KWANON GENTLEMAN’S TAILORS
Your first stop for finery.
Here for you through every storm since 1703.
13 Beastmarket Close’
‘Found it taped to a tree trunk just by the Winch,’ said Pat with a rising inflection as if asking Maya about the flyer rather than telling her about it. His
