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A chapter from my current novel, click
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AFTER AN HOUR’S wandering he got out of the wood; the moon shone through the clouds, and Pigling Bland saw a country that was new to him. The road crossed a moor; below was a wide valley with a river twinkling in the moonlight, and beyond, in misty distance lay the hills. (Beatrix Potter, The Tale of Pigling Bland; copyright Frederick Warne & Co.)