Freddy sat on the fence bordering the cow pasture, watching the setting sun dye the heather red. She’d never realized before just how eerie the lowlands could look at dusk, with the empty valleys and great looming hills topped with old standing stones or some crumbling feudal fortress.

It made her feel downright haunted, like she had stood here before with the high wind screeching through her hair and someone calling out to her from afar.