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Efa, a quiet fair-haired and dark-eyed girl, was the only daughter of the village farmer. She sold the vegetables and the meats from her father’s farm at the county market every weekend, which was north of a barren field and a dark wood which led down into a deep valley. On Saturdays, Efa would fill her baskets with ham, carrots, lamb, milk and leeks. Then, she would leave her father and her village, step over the churchyard walls into the field and walk north along the path past the wood, towards the market.
Marlin James lived alone in a modest home, which was really no more than a small, rough grey stone cottage. It sat perched on top of a heavy mound of browned gorse and rock at the summit of Y Drws, a dreary hillock situated between two townships, at the edge of a frozen mountain range. […]