‘Gazing into the darkness she knew that out there were the Brecon Beacons, robed in the black starry night, waiting for her to say one word. … the reservoir shimmered and flowed as a few cows lowed from somewhere on an invisible slope of grass. When she turned around and looked back … Tessa was already home.’

—Blackout on Audio. Week 7. Chapters 12 – 13. For subscribers. https://tracywilliams.me/serialisation/

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