Throw Him Away and Get a New One

“Can I ask a question?” said Angus.

“Of course you can.”

“Do you know anything about Elixir?”

Mason Walters smiled enigmatically. “I can’t say that I do, Mr Highsmith. I can’t say that I do.”


Jeremy Ashworth felt good. After a deep and refreshing sleep, he’d woken to find sunshine pouring through his window like liquid gold.

He slipped out of bed and noticed with satisfaction how crisp the bed linen was, how fragrant the room smelt and how neatly his clothes were laid out.

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