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Jana stood beneath a lonely, old swamp paperbark.

I can’t get the sound of the camera shutter out of my mind.

Hannah stood in the wings, waiting for the actor on stage to finish his soliloquy.

‘To Brynn Wallace: the future managing editor of The Paris Review!’

Phoebe McFadden, seventeen and wise to her dad’s fondness for the horses, tilted her head to watch her only parent straighten the new sign on the front entrance of the racetrack.

Jane Saville's gasp conveyed her shock as her mother's words landed like small blows.

Dead bodies are being found around town again.

On most days of the year, Beacon Bay was a postcard-worthy little town.

‘Let me get this straight.’

'Blast and double blast!'