First Sentence Friday

“A sloping roof of cold, corrugated iron, above the sliding, brownish waters of the river Cherwell and beneath the stark boughs of a willow, might not appeal to a sane adult human being as an ideal resort at four o’clock on a gloomy January afternoon.”

~ Death on the Cherwell by Mavis Doriel Hay

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