The Standing stones stood tall, stark and ancient, set in a pitted and mountainous landscape, the wild grass sharp, in hummocks, unkempt. The marsh, that lay to one side of them was viscous and filled with leeches, insects and amphibians, eking an existence in the cutting wind that blew from the west with a furious chill. Scarcely more welcoming was the gorse that lay to the other side covered in sharp spikes that would rip holes in your clothes and draw blood from every inch of bare skin and some that was covered. Yet still they were majestic, the overseer's of the chaos around.
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