CHAPTER TWENTY THREE
When she saw the first of the stone circles, Cora knew that they were getting closer to Stonehome. She could feel her excitement building at the prospect, and she could only guess at how happy Emeline must feel in that moment.
“We’re almost there,” Emeline said. “Stonehome can’t be far now.”
The stones stuck up to about the height of her waist, worn almost to nothing by the wind and the rain. Even so, Cora found herself wondering who might have done a thing like that, and why. Beyond them, a moor spread out in a wash of brown and green, peat and moss that stretched most of the way to the horizon. More stone circles stood here and there, along with outcrops of rock that seemed almost like islands sticking up from it.
There was a town closer to them, butting up again
