Yarnspinners – Tales from the Maldon Fireside

Petrichor The day after the auction, Maven opened the squeaky rusted gate and walked into the front yard of the house and went to stand under the branches of the Virgilia tree. She reached up into the foliage and let the greyish green pinnate leaves run through her fingers. She rubbed the trunk, the bark…

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