For the Scatterlings and Orphanages Africander Fiction Challenge by ludditerobot .
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Continued from Part 15.
Just as my despair ratcheted up another notch, I heard the sound of a motor engine approach and the crunch of tires in the courtyard outside.
Mr. Harris had arrived.
( I told you before...No one here is entirely what they appear. If I surprised you, all the better...Collapse )