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LiBBY SAT ON A plastic chair in the middle of what would be the auditorium of the Oast House Theatre and considered mass murder. Her feet were cold, her hands were cold, she was thirsty and it seemed to her that every single person on the stage - and behind it- was going out of their way to do...

Chapter One 'Straight down to the picket line at the colliery and straight back, Amy. No stopping to talk to anyone/ Mary Watkins warned her daughter. Amy's blue eyes shone with mischief. 'It would be rude to ignore the neighbours if they talked to me, wouldn't it, Mam?' Mary tried not to...