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Surrendering the Hills
I remember the year when the adults changed, and grew fearful. The bare hills that I loved were forbidden, and there were whispered terrors exchanged over my head. At night, the men kept heavy clubs by their feet, to grab up at any noise. We had drawn looks and gaunt silences, and the shutters were hastily pulled closed against the tor, gleaming like bone in the moonlight.
I remember a strange wordless cry from the dark, and wild eyes at the gap in my bolted window, rolling and mad.
We called them the Moonstruck, and gave our nights to their howls.
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