21. Midsummer-1
Midsummer ProserpinaIn the dream, she sits on a blanket in front of the Equinox stones. In front of her is Thornchapel, looking like a postcard, as immoveable and natural to its landscape as the rocky tors on the horizon. And behind her is Dartmoor in summer: blooming moors rucked up around granite crags; deep, wooded seams tracing rivers and streams; flower-speckled meadows and contented sheep, all divided by walls made of hedge or stone. “Proceed with your question,” a woman says next to her, and Proserpina realizes she was in the middle of a conversation with her. “I’m not sure what I was going to say,” Poe murmurs. The woman reaches out and covers Poe’s hand with hers. “Yes, you are,” the woman says. She has bright green eyes and dark, dark hair. She’s wearing a buttercup-yell
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