The evening sun dipped beyond the far horizon as the darkness began to descend and the harvest moon rose to herald the fall equinox and the start of the wain into winter.

Far below the once green and pleasant sunlit ground began to turn black as gas lights glowed faintly in the nearest town some miles away. The gentle hush of the Moor, once bustling with tourists, was now only peppered with the odd call of a bird of prey or the wind rushing through the dried grasses that sat atop the granite rocks that littered the area all around.

In the valley the stream rose and fell with the contours of the land forming pools and eddys as it fell towards the distant ocean.

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