The flag still flew despite the ravages of time. No one could be sure of when it had been placed on that bleak road, but they had all heard the stories.
It was to honour a highwayman who had died there.
It was a symbol for members of the deadly nightshade cult.
The government had marked the spot of a known UFO crash.
She still smiled when she heard the stories. Because she had been the one to tell them, passed from person to person like a distorted telephone line, when she had placed the flag there sixty years ago.
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