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Midday on Sunday. My left sock, which started the day white, is being darkened by the small trickle of blood running down my leg. There are an awful lot of small lizards in the undergrowth, and the rustles of their darting back and forth is the only sound I can hear. About a mile away, at the other end of the island, there are hundreds of people, but I wouldn’t know it if I hadn’t walked past them about half an hour ago.
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So, Neil Gaiman‘s blogged about the mysterious Campfire. He and I discovered, via Twitter, a shared conviction that nefarious goings-on were afoot. Neil favoured the classic ’70s science fiction narrative – doppelgänger kills and replaces guest (with a ‘silvery gun’, which is a nice touch, Neil) – whilst my suspicions ran more to ’30s crime fiction. Alas, or perhaps luckily, we were not greeted by our host in an oak-lined library, told that we would find our telephones to be “quite… dead,” and then disposed of, one by one, over the next four days. Read on to find out if the janitor did it...