Morag Mackay kept a book, and Cat cannot yet read the order of it. She kept something else as well.

One hot summer, sixteen years before Cat came north, the old school in Kinbrae began to behave as though it had turned, and a young woman walked out of it barefoot in the small hours and could not say what she was sorry for. Morag set down what happened next, in her own voice, and showed it to nobody.

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