‘I live in Kent. In all this world there was no sacred ground that said to her: Return! She was of all human beings the most lonely. It was a dark mysterious place, and what it was used for no one exactly knew; but it was called by those who had seen it the Well Hole. The door crashed back against the wall inside and both men hurtled into the room, weapons at the ready—and stopped dead. She had first picked up the fiddle back when it was still called a viol, that was how long she had been at it. He let go of the girl’s arm.
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