Life for you, life for your cropIt was night, and the moon had come up as Alain walked back to New Gilead, whistling Careless Love in a strangely melancholy key. The Demon Moon hung there full in the sky, and as had been his habit as a boy, he did not look up at it, superstitious of ghosts, demons, and all thing other worldly. And small wonder too
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