Mary Elizabeth’s eyes travelled across the waters, pulled as if by a magnet, to the island in the middle of the loch. It had been gloomy and overcast the day before, the visibility limited. Today it was quite clear. She could even see the ruins of Loch Leven Castle. She gasped, startled by the draw she felt toward the island. What was it?
Mary Elizabeth shook her head vigorously, forcing her eyes to look toward the opposite end of the loch. As she calmed her senses, she took another bite of her toast, almost oblivious to its flavor. There was movement in the woods that graced the shoreline. The shadow of a rider on horseback emerged from the trees, then, just as quickly, disappeared. Another trick of the eye? Mary Elizabeth wasn’t sure, but she was starting to feel more than a little uneasy about what was happening to her.
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