A dark and filthy night. Black as black. A howling wind. A small mound in the distance. A lonely tree bent double on top. Nothing is abroad.

No one walks on a night like this.

But wait.

A small figure stands next to the tree. Gently lifting a large flat stone. Carefully tying a rope. Lowering the other end into a small black hole. Leering like a baleful eye in the frightening night.

Inteachán tests the knot.

Inteachán is twelve years old. She climbs down holes. Retrieving relics. Important things.

Tombs. Graves. Cairns.

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