There are plenty of forgotten corners, fenced woodland with no access and the landowner strangely absent, walled gardens encased in ivy and bramble defended gullies for such creatures to hide. St Leonard was alleged to have slain a dragon, but others have seen it since. Some nights, in the depths of winter, where there are no lights to give shadows a shape, we hear noises that silence the howls of the fox....
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