These aren't the stories your mother told you.

No, these are the other stories.

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I remember everything about the day I lost Joel.

But what haunts me in the dead hours, hours so early, you feel like the only thing in existence is the rain.

We were on the small bay below Duntolm Castle, watching waves of tourists in bright anorax

trudge towards what remained of the ruins above.

When it started, I yanked up my hood and pulled the toggle, tightening it around my face.

Do you think anyone has tried to sue the council? I said.

Huh?

Under the Trade's Descriptions Act, I don't know if you can call that a castle.

They say it's haunted.

Babe, I smiled.

There's nothing to haunt.

Joel shook his head and laughed, tiny beads of water flicking from his already wet hair.

He crouched and raised the camera hung around his neck,

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