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Chapter 7
Chapter 7Just a pit in the ground where the Henge used to be. Culann stood looking forlornly over the destruction, the monastery half-crushed as though the ithyphallic giant Cerne Abbas had smashed it with a club. “What now?” Sionann asked. “How the hell am I supposed to know?” He couldn't help but think he'd caused it, despite knowing he hadn't. He turned to look at her, feeling her stare. “Saying that a lot, lately, Cull. People are going to think you're daft.” “Eh? Well, maybe I am, at that.” He shook his head at her. At the hospital, he and everyone present at the monastery's destruction had been asked to give statements and provide contact information. The Ceannaire and her cortege had already left for Alcyone by the time he and the Druidess had been released on their own recogni
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