She laced up her boots, put the stone back in her pocket, and walked into the dark.
The road. The new access track for the quarry. Approved last month. Set to cut straight through the eastern flank of the moor—through the old stone circle that archaeologists had just started to survey. nicola ridd
But the moor believed in her.
She laughed. But that night, she didn’t sleep. She laced up her boots, put the stone