Glitch in the Machine
Prologue July 1980 He enjoyed wandering on the beach in the early morning. No-one else was about, and that meant no one to question him, or make demands. And it was good to get away, to get out and roam free in the welcome silence, with bare feet sliding in the thick soft sand. There were always interesting things to be found, intricate pieces of worn and twisted driftwood, small,…