The Proof is in the Pudding [EBOOK]

<h3>Prologue</h3>
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To the outside observer, the scene in the living room was peaceful. A large fawn-coloured greyhound dozed in front of the large stone fireplace, warmed by the flickering flames. To one side was the old man, resting easily in his large wingback chair, flicking through the stock market reports as he usually did at this time of night. On the opposite side of the fire, the man’s beautiful wife was draped elegantly along a chaise lounge tapping away on her sleek laptop.
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The observer shivered, but whether it was from the cold or longing they weren’t sure. Since it was a damp, bitter night in early October, complete with a light drizzle that dampened everything, it should have been the former. But the feeling of longing was cold as an arctic gale. There wasn’t just the glass of the window separating them from the domestic scene inside; it was so much more than that.
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Why did the old man deserve such peace when there were so many others who were without it? Did anyone in this sleepy village really appreciate the peace they took for granted?
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Maybe they would when all of this was over…