Scaderstone Pit (The Darkeningstone Series Book 3)
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When he retired from the Army, he moved to Cornwall and settled down to an enjoyable life by the sea. He met and married a local woman called Helena, who’d lost her husband in the Second World War. She’d brought up two children on her own, but they’d flown the nest by the time she met Trevor. Having lived alone for several years, she was an independent-minded woman, but she longed for the company of a partner. She found in Trevor a steadfast friend and a caring husband, and they were very happy together.
Trevor would’ve liked children, but he understood that Helena did not want to start another family. Even so, Trevor still sometimes awoke in the night, startled by the pitiful sound of a baby crying in the darkness. And he would’ve put these disturbing dreams down to his desire for a family, if it weren’t for the whispers he heard mingling in with the sound of the waves crashing into the cliffs below. And on those nights, as he lay awake and stared into the gloom, he’d always be filled with the same dreadful certainty: somewhere, sometime, an unknown destiny was waiting for him.
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