Field's Gate

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by Aaron Lynch


  Standing, she examined the endless expanse of emerald, ankle high grass. The ground felt as ice, a welcome relief for her travel worn feet. How far had she traveled? This she couldn’t answer, but she knew she had to continue on towards the horizon, towards the sounds...

 

 

 


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