Chapter Nineteen

            The journey back to Kirkleithen was one of the longest of my life. I could barely sit still, my eyes watching the clock as each minute that ticked by felt like an hour. I could barely sit still, itching to get home and praying it was just a coincidence; Granda’s screwdriver would be in …

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