The Lightes Lands Different

The squad car bounced and lurched as it passed over the rattling barrels of a cattle grave. They took the third left after mill's turn and found themselves on a single lane road through rathedawn. Atter dawn was nothing but flat acres of farmland, well spaced houses set off the road at the ends of long lanes. Where hedgerows dropped low, those same rays, crazed with mots and still piercingly bright, blazed across newnan's line of sight. She considered the gosling. Swift was quieter than us, his gaze trained out the window, and one knee frantically juggling. Haven't seen a son like that since guadela hara.