Marcin’s already halfway through a pint when Pete walks in, shaking snow out of his jacket like he’s trying to reset the weather. “World’s on fire again,” Mitch says, not looking up. “Proper one this time.” Adam snorts. “Every time’s a proper one. That’s the business model.” Pete orders, leans in. “You know what’s mad?… Continue reading Easter ’26
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Snow
The storm had dumped two and a half metres of powder on the valley, the kind of biblical snowfall that made everyone equal parts ecstatic and stupid. The pub had filled with the kind of damp, rosy-cheeked skiers who believed hot chocolate and rum counted as hydration. Someone had already died almost twice — first… Continue reading Snow
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