Fenella had grown into a tomboyish teen beside the ancient highland loch. She’d learned at school beneath the sandstone spire of the village church. Her life one big adventure amid the pastel cottages, rolling green hills, evergreen forests and majestic glens. She’d hiked and climbed all around the loch but preferred the silvery waters of the lake itself. Every day, despite the cool temperatures, she’d go for a swim, or take to her little rowboat for an hour or two.
Never though, had she been to the mysterious island at the centre of the lake.
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