“It’s quiet today,” Llew said when Jonas reached her.

  Jonas listened to the sounds of the farm; the near-constant baaing of sheep, sawing of wood, hammering of nails, susurration of the wind, the occasional bellow of a cow, squawk of some unknown passing bird. Even the soft tink as Delwynn placed another filled vial into the collection bucket. “Hmm.”

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