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There is something I witnessed the year I left high school.

For a boy who dreamed only of being a journalist, it was the story of a lifetime. Trouble is, I forgot all about it.

It would be more than twenty years before I remembered the events of that scalding, dreadful summer in the Cape Winelands. Before I thought to pick up the story where I left it.

But first, someone had to die.