The Flying Inn
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You are Joan Brett, waiting at the edge of the sea for word of Captain Patrick Dalroy, missing since a war on a small Mediterranean island. A stranger in a red fez, Misysra Ammon, fills the empty beach with a lecture: that every English inn sign secretly confesses an Eastern history. You indulge him, half listening, until his examples reach one inn behind the apple trees where the captain once promised to return. When he names it, you run.
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- The Name of the Old ShipPebblewick-on-Sea