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The tide was out on the morning of the move. Ian Wallace awoke early to make his two children breakfast before setting about packing up four months of their lives. He took a photo of his wedding day off a shelf in the rented house that was only meant to be shelter for a few weeks.

He picked up a wooden box, shrouded in blue velvet, and placed it carefully on the back seat of his car. Then he drove home for the first time in almost two years. Only it wasn’t home. Not quite. (read more)