The Selkie of Blackmoor Fen
It was not in the way of things for two men to meet a woman in the marshes of Connemara and live to tell of it. The peat bogs swallow more than cattle and lost sheep. They take men, whole and clothed, without ceremony. The year was 1847, and the land itself seemed determined to finish what the blight had begun. Patrick and Sean had been hunting for three days, or perhaps four. The distinction...
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