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In the bluestone caverns, deep under Masterbridge, someone was taking notice.
It had been a long time since there was anything to notice, anything at all, but there was, imperceptibly, something there.
A further investigation would be needed, of course, there was no need to get overexcited at this early stage. Those above would know about it all in good time and there was plenty of that down here, an abundance of it going forward and coming back, but that was another issue.
In the here and now, the monotony had been rudely interrupted and only time would tell if it were to remain broken, or continue on as it had done for the last fifty years.
The yellow ridged fingernail reached out to swirl the inky, black water. With a sprinkle of chosen herbs the scene burst into life once again. The shrouded face watched intently as the picture cleared, expanded, shuddered and then settled down to admit the truth.....yes, she was coming.
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This is a small, opening taster of my novel Coven of One. I am publishing through Skintwriters company Opening Chapter. I would appreciate you comments.