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This very easy Marmalade Glazed Ham is a great addition to a festive table. For many people, a Glazed Leg Ham is an essential part of their celebration; it just wouldn’t be the same without one on the table. For this recipe, we use a simple glaze made from orange juice, orange marmalade, brown sugar, Dijon mustard and ground ginger. The contrasting flavours of sweet, savoury, and slightly spicy combine to make a sticky glaze that turns the ham into a festive centrepiece, whilst adding flavour al

In a forgotten bar just off a naval base, four cocky Marines make a joke out of the silent woman in the corner. But their laughter is a ticking clock, and her stillness is a weapon. They think they're playing a game, not knowing she's the one who writes the rules. The beer hit her table without a sound that mattered. Not a shout, not a curse, not even the sharp intake of breath you’d expect. Just a flat, wet slap of amber liquid arcing through the dim bar light, a lazy, golden comet that ended i