The storm broke over Blackmoor Abbey at the hour between evening and night, when the Atlantic wind drove rain horizontally through the cracked windows and the peat smoke from Cormac's fire could no...
Cormac found him at first light, though it was not yet light—the sky was the colour of wet slate, the bog stretched dark and endless to the horizon, and the dog lay on his side in the abbey yard, golden fur plastered with mud and something darker, his tongue already blue, his eyes open and fixed on nothing because nothing was left to see. Cormac dropped to his knees. Pressed two fingers to the...
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