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But the moor believed in her.

The second sign was the stone. A single, smooth, grey stone placed on the doorstep of her rented cottage. No note. No footprint. Just a stone that looked like an egg, warm from the sun even though it was midnight. Nicola picked it up. It fit perfectly in her palm. And for a reason she couldn’t name, she put it in her coat pocket. nicola ridd

It started with the gate. The old iron gate at the foot of Black Combe, the one that led to the abandoned shepherd’s hut. Every morning on her run, Nicola would find it swinging open. Every evening, she’d latch it shut. And every dawn, it would be open again, groaning on its hinges like a tired old dog. But the moor believed in her

Not on her door. Inside her.

“Nicola – the moor keeps what you give it. Come find me before they build the road.” No note