There was a presence, there always had been a presence.
Whenever you entered the field with the stones, it was there.
Sometimes all around you, sometimes decidedly pressing in on you.
The eeriness was profound, and at times it felt as though it could easily be rubbing against you or gave you the sensation of being tapped on the shoulder as if the presence had something to say to you.
Within the community, there was speculation as to where the stones had come from and what they meant. Most believed they came from druid times and had some significance to the movement of the sun.
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