Aniphine

There was a sort of calm about this place, at the very end of the wooded plot of land stretching behind the garden down to the riverbank by the small shed. Marco was fairly certain that he was the only person in the entire household who knew the shed was there. At least he had never heard anyone mention it in all his fifteen years and he had long since broken the lock up and begun using it for his supplies; papers, inks, coals, graphite pencils. He and Tomas had used the shed for their secret collections of rocks and feathers and whatever else small boys had cause to consider special. The thought of Tomas cast a bitter shadow in his mind,