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Hung and festooned as it was with tablets, banners and fans, the joss house at the Chinese camp in Deep Lead was a living bubble of China in the Wimmera. House of deus, so called, from the Portuguese for god. Just inside the doorway, to the left, stood a large iron bell and a tall, Read more
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We trace Burns’s movements in the days following his final walk in the bush with Forbes near Deep Lead – and whatever happened that so upset the Scarlet Robin. He produces the Minyip letter, an artefact of his own desperation and duplicity. Read more
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They turned down the track toward the Four Post Diggings. Behind them, Cemetery Road. In a forgotten drawer, something red-eyed stirred, silk-wrapped and waiting for the Stawell Bardo Read more
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He had been instructing Lena in the secret arts since she was scarcely past the crib. Even then her talent was unmistakable, revealing itself in the look in her eyes, the elasticity of her tiny muscles, the spring in her limbs. How piercingly and wisely she looked at him – and into him! She was Read more
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Once the blackened remains of his aerostatic globe were retrieved, Dinwiddie took to his bunk, afflicted with a profound dread usually reserved for the condemned. He shook, perspired, quivered, and palpitated; so much so that Pu-erh, apprehensive of her own fate, having been placed in charge of the Scot by the Qianlong Emperor himself, summoned Read more
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