Caladbohlg Chapter II: Day of Fear

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It was the mornings she missed most. The time spent with Fionnán’s arms around her and Saraibh’s cries of joy. What she also missed was her cries for attention, from the other side of the hut when she needed her mother to feed her in the first two months of her life. The young woman remembered the two years before the pregnancy, when they had first been…