A.F. Stewart

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Sulphurous wind gusted in his wake; the dust of the street swirled and the folds of his black coat flapped against his thin body

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She gritted her teeth. The man dances like a clod. I’d rather dance with Mr Jenkins, who can barely move

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I marched to the head Elf. “Where’s the frog?

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I told you. I’ve been watching

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I’m Detective Piper of the Fairyland Metro Police, and I've been called in to investigate the incident of the missing frog prince…