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Brother Geraint made his way through the dusk to Widow Greensleeve's house at Cherry Acre. It was a warm, still night, and the scent of the white thorn blossom in the hedges hung heavy on the air.
He came to the gate and stood listening. There was no sound to be heard save the rush of the river through the sluices of the mill.