Extract From a Novel

“Chalk and stone all about, I left the main road and descended down a dirt track. Pools of still water scattered here and there, the air was silent like a grave. With no other light than the moon and stars, it was dark yet not so that I couldn’t make out the abandoned machinery that had once been used to excavate chalk. Left neglected, they watched without comment as I picked up a stone and tossed it into a body of black liquid. Water appearing like oil, the ripples caused by the impact crept to my feet as upon the surrounding rim of the quarry, trees bent unseen in the breeze. In a world of frenzy, I was able to find some sense of peace at last.”

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