Guarded by June Hunter

There’s a hole in the ground of the vacant land, alongside the motorway. It’s as deep as an average-sized man and as wide as his shoulders. During the day it’s covered with black plastic and dirt. At dusk it’s open, but invisible. Unless you know it’s there. It’s peak hour traffic, the sun’s almost gone...

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