Low and behold, a few moments later, what you are about to read appeared before me, a short story called “Saltwater Grudge” in which I, Julian, work as a private detective in my hometown in Cromer. However, it’s not the Cromer you know. There’s all sorts of seedy dealings going on, and quite a few shadowy characters in and around town as well.
It’s a Cromer that you probably wouldn’t recognize, but then again this is a work of fiction, written in reply to a few prompts by an algorithm that has never smelt the early morning, crab-infused coastal air. Or seen the pier. You’ll know what I mean by that if you read on.
So here’s a short story where I, Julian, delve into the dark underbelly of the “Gem of the Norfolk Coast”. Just think of it as being a Cromer in another dimension, part of a grander multiverse as it were.




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