Amelia Hartliss is angry. She is a Secret Agent and a skilled investigator, but her boss has chosen to send her on a routine surveillance operation, looking for imported drugs. It's way below my pay grade, she sighs. But she's wrong. The source of the illegal substances is a war-torn country that Britain has a personal interest in, at the highest level. Melia is working for the UK Prime Minister that night, even if she doesn't know it.But is's confusing. The location is an old, dilapidated building in a city park, hidden amongst the trees, the hills and the dells. It's a misty, haunted piece of countryside and there are other creatures living in the woods, It seems that Melia has stumbled onto the Fairy Realm. Who are these tiny bodies - elves and goblins, gnomes? Surely such tiny people are not real, not in this modern century? Still, this is North West England, not the sophisticated South. Anything is possible, it seems, so far away from London. Melia has to persist, even with the merest support from her regular team. There is a real mystery here that needs solving.
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