Historie and Mysteries: The Tragedy of Frozen Charlotte

I was about eight years old, digging away happily in a flowerbed in our back garden in Exeter, ‘helping’ with the weeding. The sunlight caught something in the dirt and I carefully dug around the object to see what it was. It turned out to be a tiny white china doll about 3cm in length, with painted black hair and lopsided, painted facial features. It was naked, and moulded into its back was the number 4. Incredibly, apart from some...

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