The Dawn of Extinction
I The thing fell on a Tuesday in October, and the first thing shepherd Thomas Gable noticed was not the light but the silence. The moors of Yorkshire had never been quiet. Even on the stillest evenings there was the wind, the sheep, the distant cry of something that might have been a curlew and might have been the wind wearing a curlew's voice. But when the light came down the hill like a blade...
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