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  • Up close the shattered collection of spars, poles and assorted wreckage still retained a degree of dignity lacking in its gaudier, tackier sister. The fight to save her long over, the skeletal remains seemed content to bask wearily in the sun.

    "Look what your neglect did to me" it said; "now leave me in peace".

    Harry knew this was nonsense, the old pier was nothing but a collection of rotting debris nowadays but as the sun sank slowly behind it the remains seemed to glow with life again.

    Harry thought he could hear again the music of the brass band, the calls and laughter of elegantly dressed promenaders now long dead, smell the rich perfumes and the rich warm odours of the frying foods sold by the touts.

    A flock of starlings wheeled and swooped in slow lazy patterns over the charred remnants, performing a naturally choreographed dance of intricate and mesmerising beauty, causing the crowds to stop and gaze once more.
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