She walked out of the farm building and Ned followed. Standing at the edge of the swamp, it looked ghostly under the light of a full moon. Wind rippled the waters so the moon’s reflection broke up. Krea… Read More
Category: Fiction, MedievalTags: Farm, Malaria, Path, Swamp
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