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Yet another opening line. This one from one of my favourite authors:
Inspector Drayton sat, solidly planted behind the desk, and waited. He was a rawboned man with a face that looked as if it might have been hacked, by a dull hatchet, out of a block of gnarled wood.
Last edited by DNSB; 06-23-2018 at 10:30 PM.
Reason: How embarassing. Another fat fingered typo...
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