'Where are we going?' whispered Beatrice, urgently.
'Somewhere we can talk. And get some supplies,' replied Caspian, mysteriously.
'Supplies?'
'Yes. Here we are,' he looked behind them surreptitiously, then pulled open an anonymous door. 'Go in.'
Beatrice shot him a glance, but remembered his ethical values, and entered into the darkness. Caspian followed her, closing the door behind them and turning the bolt.
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The COP26 Kabuff: A Beatrice Deft Short
Short StoryThe world of international book fairs has ground to a halt for over a year and a half. But when Beatrice Deft, International Publishing Consultant, receives a summons to Scotland to attend an even bigger and - some might argue - even more urgent eve...
