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                     Many of the locations for 
                      the Deptford Mice trilogy are  
                      real places. If you look carefully behind the branches, 
                      bricks and flagstones, you might just catch a glimpse of 
                      The Green Mouse's realm.....  
                    
                       
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                           In the past, 
                            Greenwich was known as the Greenreach or Grinuvicia. 
                            It was a perfect location for many of the dramatic 
                            events which occur in both "The Deptford Mice" and 
                            "The Deptford Histories". The park is an ancient site, 
                            swamped with history, boasting Roman remains and burial 
                            mounds.  
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                          The gateway 
                            to the old church of St Nicholas is guarded by two 
                            stone skulls. It is within one of these crumbling 
                            sculptures that the spirit of Bauchan, the mischievous 
                            member of the Raith Sidhe is imprisoned, awaiting 
                            the time of his next summoning. 
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                           The Thames 
                            is a character in its own right and features in all 
                            three of "The 
                            Deptford Mice". Twit is flown above and into it by 
                            the bats, Jupiter's carcass is flushed from the sewers 
                            into its wide expanse (before it rejects him) and 
                            the city rats swim through it to Deptford.   
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                            The Cutty 
                            Sark is an old tea clipper in which Thomas Triton 
                            the midshipmouse dwelt with his wife Gwen. The ship 
                            will always be remembered by the mice of Deptford, 
                            for the last battle with Jupiter's spectral army took 
                            place on board and it is venerated by them because 
                            it was there that the Green Mouse appeared. Since 
                            those cataclysmic events, the proud vessel itself 
                            was partially destroyed by fire, but work is afoot 
                            to restore its former glory. 
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                           Local legend 
                            claims that, beneath the heath's empty stretch of 
                            land, hundreds of plague victims are interred. It 
                            was to this place that Morgan was directed by Jupiter 
                            and where Thomas and Twit witnessed the terrifying 
                            ceremony which followed.  
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                              dome of this building, Oswald and Audrey finally 
                              confronted the spectre of Jupiter, yet only one 
                              of them returned. Somewhere, 
                              below the observatory hill, lies the Starwife's 
                              realm but her squirrel sentries are always on duty. 
                               
                           
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                           This ancient 
                            tree was grown from the very acorn in which Ysabelle 
                            imprisoned the infernal spirit of Hobb. For many centuries 
                            the Great Oak stood, watching the history of London 
                            unfurl beneath its boughs. Elizabeth I danced around 
                            it and in later years when it became hollow the massive 
                            trunk was used as a lock up by the park's police. 
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                          gale ripped the tree from the earth and now its slowly 
                          rotting remains are fenced in by a railing. Remember, 
                          so long as the smallest part of the Great Oak still 
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                            In the dome 
                            of the cathedral, the bats hold their secret councils 
                            and the four elders sit in wisdom. They were there 
                            before the Great Fire, in the towering steeple of 
                            the old, medieval cathedral in the time when Hrethel 
                            ruled them with the aid of his Great Book of Mystery. 
                              
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                          exists, deep down, below the foundations, through the 
                          layers of ash. When his followers finally discovered 
                          his treachery, he crawled into that bolt hole and perished, 
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                           The old empty 
                            power station was the place where Jupiter's vengeful 
                            spirit made its abode and was turned into a cathedral 
                            of cold. The great building no longer exists, for 
                            it was destroyed in the calamitous events of that 
                            time.    
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