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About this episode
Alright my absolute legends of the lantern-lit lane 💜 Welcome! As we all wobble toward this coming Wednesday — New Year’s Eve — I wanted to pop my head out of the shadows, dust off the trench coat, and give you a proper Patreon cuddle in words. Because you lot aren’t just “supporters”… you’re my mates. You’re the campfire crew. The ones who stick around when the story goes quiet and the air gets heavy. And speaking of heavy… This week’s episode is the kind that doesn’t just tell a story — it waits with you. It’s the Bristol Cold Case : Louisa Dunne , murdered in 1967 , solved 58 years later . This is one of those cases that starts in a place so ordinary it feels sacred: a street with routines, neighbours who noticed, a woman whose life had a rhythm to it. The sort of life that says “nothing bad should happen here.” And yet… it did. What shook me most isn’t just the crime itself — it’s the sheer length of the silence afterwards. Decades of unanswered questions. A family living inside a question mark. A community that never quite forgot. And then, finally… the future arrives with the tools to read what the past preserved. It’s a story about memory , patience , and the kind of justice that turns up late… but still matters when it does. I’ve told it with one rule at the centre: Louisa is not a headline . She’s a person. A life. A name that deserves to be spoken with respect. Now—before the fireworks start popping and someone’s uncle tries to cook sausages like it’s an Olympic sport… I want to wish you, genuinely, a Happy New Year for this coming Wednesday . May 2026 bring you more peace than panic, more belly laughs than doomscrolling, and fewer mysterious noises in the hallway at 2am. (And if you do hear something… well… you didn’t hear that from me. Good luck. Godspeed.) Thank you for being here. Thank you for being the kind of people who show up for stories with heart — and for the humans inside them. And a special, warm, slightly dramatic bow to my VIP party in the dark: Matto Star — my Oud Night Tea Titan : you majestic baroque-loving pillar of this whole operation. Lezzasaurus Rex : gym-powered warlord energy, ready to suplex 2025 into the bin. Mayah — Queen of Cats : regal, watchful, and absolutely judging the year from a sunbeam. Sangeetha — The Seer : already knows how my New Year’s is going to go and is politely not telling me. And to my epic splendiferous Earl Grey Enforcers, and all tiers thereafter, my deepest (lowest bow) thanks! You lot keep the lantern lit. If you listen to this episode, tell me: What’s the one detail that stuck to your ribs? The kind you can’t shake even after you’ve turned the lights back on. Happy Pending New Year, my friends. I’m your Tale Teller — and I’ll see you in the next tale. 🕯️✨