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Introducing. . .The Scry o the Vran (proclamation of the wren)
‘I may be small, but I have a voice which carries far and wide. . .’ Hello everyone! Just a short post to inform you of some changes I am currently making in my wee realm of blogging ventures. As you already know, I have been posting on this WordPress site, Like the Slap of…
Chapter III: Searching for St. Apolinaris (The Salmon Dykes to Corsmanhill)
Part One Hush Shhhh. . . . . . Come. . . come. . . silently beckoning: a soundless voice I can feel tingling my fingertips, pricking the nape of my neck, tugging achingly at my chest; vibrating deep within my core. The hush descends rapidly; a secret thrill coursing through me as time begins…
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