Title: The Keeper of Candles
Act I The iron gate at Cairnmoor had rusted through at the bottom, but the top rail still held, and from the top of that rail Mary could see the valley where the work had begun. They had put up a fence—not wood, not stone, but some pale metal she had never seen before—eight feet high, no gate, no sign. The grass inside it was dead. Not brown and dormant for the winter, but dead in a way that...
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