Chapter 1 – Field Song
Hazel ran ahead through the rippling high meadow grass, her body long like the dark shadows the gentle sun burnt into things. It was one of those lovely autumnal days that one clung onto, in the knowledge that winter was just a cold breath away. It would not be long before these rolling green ocean fields would be stilled by the cool season. The green swards and wildflower stems that now lashed Hazel’s legs like untied shoelaces would soon sleep quiet underneath, first mist, then frost.
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