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Upon the table was a Glamorgan Constabulary helmet with shining steel spike and gleaming chain mail, a pair of white cotton policeman's gloves beside it.
The sound of voices came from the front room at the end of the passage, from the room that was seldom used, except on Sundays or when there were important visitors.See the full content of this document
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Morning Serial ; Dai Country
There was an unmistakeable smell of burning in the air. For a second as I looked at that huge blue helmet, my h...
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