S (Part 3, page 1 of 24)


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Part 3

6 months later…

Saorla glanced up at the darkening sky. Evening was fast approaching and it looked like yet another spring storm was rolling in. Just what she needed after spending the entire afternoon pulling sheep out of endless pits of mud—more rain. It had made for an exhausting day, one that had her and her farmhand scrambling up and down the hills in search of the bleating creatures. Their grey and black bodies were easy enough to spot, but not so easy to free from the sticky traps. As far she could tell, they must have escaped from their barn during the night, which was not entirely surprising as the dilapidated structure was old and lopsided with whole planks of rotted wood barely clinging on.

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