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Lair of the Black Shade…

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…A flutter of recognition flicked across his gaze.

“What is it?” Asked Wen, her icy tone slicing through the summer haze like a frosty stare.

“There’s an old lay, I can’t quite remember how it goes…”

“Try!”

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“I don’t know, something about a green valley between two hills…”

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“And a sentinel of stone which has to be appeased…”

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“Before entry into the living rock is granted…”

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“The last bit goes on about the embrace of a One-Eyed God, or something…”

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“By Odin, I know that place!” shrieked Wen, leaping to her feet.

Moments later the Beast was again roaring along the lane.

Anyone would think she was glad to be back on the road…

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Way Old Time…

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‘Of circular possibilities’…

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‘Eyeing the Chasm’…

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‘Extending a welcome’…

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‘An Other Time’…

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‘Presence is everything’…

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‘Two O’Clock Shadow’…

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‘There was an Old Woman’…

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‘Who looked out’…

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‘Through a Shoe’…

Stairways to heaven…

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“It’s just a landscape, Don.”

“Well, it is undoubtedly a landscape…”

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“…And a sky-scape too…”

“…Although, I’m not too sure what justice has to do with it…”

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“It may be a product of custom, over design…”

“And mere holes in the sky…”

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“But this place…”

“Feels…”

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“Magical, to me.”

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Fire-fox

Sue Vincent's Daily Echo

The wind was bitter… the first flakes of snow mingled with the rain as we crossed the ridge. It would be a long, cold night, in spite of the flame that burned on the western horizon as the sun sank into the earth. We followed the lights, seeking shelter in the village, a little way beyond the Field of Sheaves.

Moonrise was still hours away, but even so, a pale ghost of music drifted on the wind. This was the place… our mysterious informant had been correct. All we had to do was wait. Crowds were already gathering… shadowy figures, face and form concealed behind scarves, hats and turned up collars… and a darker figure still that ran amongst them.

Moving fast, indistinct, no more than a blur of midnight feathers, he towered over the assembled company. Crow held the dancing ground as an age-old battle was about to begin…

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