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I'm going off piste with this one. This isn't a story, it's a recipe. I love dicking about with recipees. First of all, please relax - there's only a couple of very brief paragraphs before I tell you the gosh darn hecking ingredients.
The Sugar Shack
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. A candle is a funny thing. The way it can redecorate old dusty spaces with a welcoming splash of light. How it transforms the dull and grey into something warm and soft and honey-coloured. Even the way it can grace somewhere dull with a spooky atmosphere, or infuse it with romance. The way the flame flickers and flinches, yawns and stretches. That is the thing about a well placed candle - it has a magic all its own. It almost appears to be alive. Like an eye. Casting living pools of light and shadow that dance together on the walls. This is why, if you had been there, it might have been hard to tell, at first, whether there was a shadow moving about in the decrepit hut... Or whether that was the natural play of the living light.
The Scientist's Daughter
I was born in the middle of winter, and the birth was difficult. My father sent for a midwife, but she couldn’t get to us in time to help my mother. My mother died. My father began to obsess over the specialist knowledge he lacked which could have saved her.