Cedwyn

My dear Cedwyn,

Cedwyn pulled at the front of her dress, lifting it to give her legs more room for movement as she ran through the bracken, into the nearby woodland.

Her breathing was heavy and her chest felt like it was burning as she tried to increase her pace, adrenalin and fear pumping through her body.  Her head turned, just a fraction, to see if she could see her pursuers and how close they were.

There were two hooded men with angry looking faces, both carrying axes and focused on catching her.

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Dear Mornenion,

Thank you for the letter and the offer to use your library at your home. I am sending some members of the company to pay you a visit and do some research. If you want to know they will share the matter with you. I rather not write about it.

Cedwyn watched the grey plumes of smoke climb into the early morning sky, rising and dispersing against the grey clouds above.

The outdoor oven, at the Hamglen Trading Post, was efficiently baking the first round of bread loaves to be delivered to her customers a little later that morning.

"Let's catch some fish for mommy, eh?" said Fiontann while taking the child in his arms and put it down on the ground next to him.