The storm broke over the moor at dusk, the kind of Yorkshire...

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The storm broke over the moor at dusk, the kind of Yorkshire tempest that turns the earth to mud and the sky to iron. Edgar Thorne was alone in the ruined chapel when he found her.

She lay coiled among the broken stones of the altar, a six-foot green serpent, her body the color of moss on a north-facing wall. One of her coils was torn, blood dark and thick on the green scales. Edgar knelt, held out his hand, and felt the warmth of her scales through the rain. "Poor thing," he whispered. He tore a strip from his shirt and wrapped her wound. She looked at him then, and he...

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