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The Quiet Body

When a body is found on the Liverpool waterfront, DCI Claire Hawthorne expects another routine investigation. But the victim’s silence hides something far more dangerous — a traceable link to an international crime network slowly threading its way through the city’s docks.As Claire leads her small team — DI Harriet Langdon and DI Natalie Hawthorne

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Broken chords

Ten years after the explosive breakup of Shattered Silence, one of the biggest rock bands of their era, the past refuses to stay buried. As the anniversary approaches, former bandmates, crew members, and long-forgotten hangers-on begin to die in what appear to be freak accidents. But when detectives start connecting the dates, the victims, and

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Inadequecy

Drowning myself in my inadequacy  Why do I listen why do I listen I give up my ownership of my will to please  People pleaser people pleaser  I hope it’s time for me to break out  From this cavernous phase of life  I hope it’s now for me to takeout  This negative brain lifelong chain 

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DI Chivers

Somewhere South of Sober, North of Home The house was quiet, but not the peaceful kind. It was the silence after a slammed door. After a choice you couldn’t take back. Chivers sat in the car, engine off, watching the porch light spill across the front step like an accusation. The suitcase was still in

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CHARLIE

PREQUEL: CHARLIE   The kettle whistled like it always did—shrill and sharp, piercing through the cluttered silence of the kitchen. Charlie didn’t move. Her eyes were fixed on the screen of her phone, the same page she’d been staring at for almost twenty minutes. “A Hundred Days. Ten volunteers. One final choice.”   The advert

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KANE

“Sunday Confession” The pew is hard, colder than usual. Kane shifts, tugs the collar of his jacket like it might hide him from God. Not that he really thinks God’s watching. Not anymore. But habit’s a funny thing. He came to mass this morning because he needed something—quiet, maybe. A sign. Or just routine. The

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