"The Birthday Archipelago"
by Alasdair Stuart
by Alasdair Stuart
'It's metastasised, Father. I'm so sorry.'
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'Father Cross?' Brian Murphy looked like a farmhand, a long way from home. Built broad and tall, his physical appearance concealed a photographic memory that Nathan had found invaluable on more than one occasion. He stretched, felt his left knee crack back into place and smiled. 'Is it time?'*
The Archbishop leaning across the table. 'Nathan, what do you know about Binary?'
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