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And so I came at last to Winterbourne.
The new island was smaller and better-fortified than the one that’d been abandoned, having a high concrete wall around it and an armed guard at the landing jetty. At least he was only armed with a musket. It meant he’d get just one inaccurate shot at me if I gave him reason to.
I circled Winterbourne at a healthy distance and took The Dot ashore. The smooth grey surface of the concrete wall stood between me and the village I needed to explore. I could have done with the concealing darkness of night but hadn’t time to wait. At least it was dusk.
One of my many items of equipment was a rubber-coated grappling iron. I say iron; beneath the rubber it was made of aluminum, which meant it didn’t make much telltale noise. I’d easily be able to scale th
