Doug pointed to the pines. "We"ll go in at the corner where the field meets the trees. Better put on your headgear in case we"re being observed."
Everyone pulled on balaclavas and made their way quickly towards the pines on the hill.
* * *
Red ran into the cloister. It was deserted. The grass where they had lain was still flattened, a sight that convinced him the experience was not a dream.
"Salleee!"
Nothing. He beat the wall with his fist.
"s**t! s**t! s**t!"
There was a cry, wild and shrill. Then another.
He stood still listening. At first he thought it was a bird – the wail of a startled lapwing or curlew, or the piercing call of a hunting hawk.
Then he heard it again. This time he realised.
"Jeeeeesus!"
He ran wildly out of the cloister.
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Doug"s group and the photogr
