The Green Man of Ballymore
The hills of County Clare remember what the people forget. I am Declan MacCarthy, and I am telling you this story because the old ones asked me to. They came to me in dreams, standing at the edge of the field where the standing stone still rises, their faces grey as weathered granite, their eyes bright as the first frost. They said: Tell them. Tell them what happened to the Green Man. It was...
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