Black Moss

This originally appeared at The Irresponsible Reader.
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Danny had never been out here before. He'd heard the moors were bleak, but he wasn't prepared for the sheer unrelenting nothingness of the area. It was like the world had been horizontally cut in two –sky at the top, moor at the bottom, with nothing to provide any form of relief from the two themes. Not even a tree. Not one. In any direction. Bleak.

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