An Inside Job
Sep 07, 2022
3 minutes
by JOHN BARKER
HE DOOR-SIZED ROLLER SHUTTER raises double quick, as if impatient, and I step through. Snow crunches beneath my feet, the chill hits my face and I grin. I’m standing in a space about the size of a decent supermarket, its surface carpeted in snow. Nearby are a couple of cars and I can see a circuit marked out around the perimeter with thin orange poles. It’s −10deg C in here. The crazy thing is that just
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