Aaaaah... there's many a poor man and his Land Rover vanished into The Mere in the dead of night like. They do say they do see a great quivering nother glass of the Witch'o'th'Fens's deadly paint stripper floatin just out of reach and drive off the road into the Mere cryin piteous like: No, No!
That be what they do say. I'm not sayin it's true and I'm not sayin it's not. But they do say that on moonless nights (contd p.94)
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