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This is a rewrite of one I put up a little while ago. 500 word story, would like feedback. First 13:
An air-raid siren sounded. Weiss and Furlong heard the aeroplane and knew it was a Jerry. 'Brace yourself Furlong.’ said Weiss, settling deeper into his club chair. A rumble came through the air and set the chandelier tinkling; plaster-dust drifting from the ceiling. 'That was a big'un.’ said Furlong, holding one hand over his cognac. 'We're getting a right pasting tonight.’ Weiss wrestled out of his chair, brushed-off his lapels, and regarded the cooling bodies of freemasons that littered the floor. He smiled as he recognized the Tyler among the dead. ‘Diligent chap, that one.’ he said ‘He was so…’ he struggled to find the right word, ‘Rigorous.’
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