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https://kdp.amazon.com/en_US/bookshelf?ref_=kdp_PM_TN_bs She nodded and they stood up and moved to where the hill fell away towards bushes and silver birch. He put his arm around her as the sun moved slowly behind the trees, the clouds suffused by red and black patterns.

Celia escaped his hold and stood up. She twirled letting the dying sun fall on every part of her.

‘The ancient world must have been a paradise of sorts, before we arrived with our cars, planes and wars.’ She insisted. ‘We spoiled everything.’ She moved slowly back towards the stones, flinging her arms high and wide. ‘We spoiled everything.’

He noted the abrupt change in her voice. She began to visibly shake in the half-light. Dropping her glass, she laid one hand upon the nearest stone. She began to convulse. A force appeared to be moving through her. He jumped up but she waved him away.

‘Yes,’ she began. Her voice was cracked and strained. ‘These stones were once for religious purposes.’

She pulled her hand away again.

‘This entire area was.’ She moaned.

Suddenly she sank to her knees.

‘You ok, Celia?’ He asked. ‘You haven’t drunk that much!’ He laughed nervously.

‘No. But just for a brief moment, I thought I understood clearly why this mound was here. I saw the landscape differently. I somehow understood it. For a few seconds, I was part of the terrible things that went on here.’ She sat down beside him again. ‘Oh, give me another glass. I need it!’