Some time ago – it may as well have been a lifetime ago – you were sent to stay in a grand old house on the Cumberland coast. Although you knew there was a war on and that things were hard for everyone you’d left behind, you remember that period in Glendinning House as the happiest of your life.
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On the evening of Thursday the 12th of February 1992, the Chief Constable of Cumbria’s police force picked up the phone and prepared to call in all his favours. There’d been a murder. In fact, make that multiple murders, in a remote location, with no witnesses, persons still unaccounted for, and bits of the crime scene that simply didn’t make any sense. What’s more, he had reason to believe that this could have seriously bitten him in the arse if it wasn’t wrapped up quickly. He needed everyone he could scrounge on this one.
Late May 1880. Sacramento, California.
Ronald Chase was known among the right circles for having made good from prospecting, a man who succeeded in chasing the American Dream. Taking advantage of the somewhat wild nature of the west, he has gone from strength to strength to establish himself as one of California’s foremost industrialists. Ever one to appreciate the risk-takers in life, Mr Chase’s organisation elected to host a Texas Hold ‘Em poker tournament on board the luxurious steam boat, Kerykeion.
The year was 1350. It was. It had also been 1351, 1352, 1360, 1380, 1400, 1450, 1500, and 1550. In fact, unbeknownst to the members of the humble hermitage of Our Lady of Absolution, the world beyond their boundary had progressed two centuries and was five months into the year of our Lord, 1564.