Searching For Clover Narrow Escape Inall Cate Exclusive Official

At the lane’s bend, where the road pinched between two stone walls and the hedgerow thinned into a ragged fringe, she found the first sign. Not a sign at all but a patch of four-leaf clover so vivid against the sodden earth that it was as if someone had stitched luck into the ground. The leaves were larger than any she’d seen as a child, almost too perfect—each vein a faint silver tracing in the dull light. Around it the grass had been trod in a narrow track, a seam in the world where many feet had passed. Cate crouched, fingers hovering over the clover as if its touch would decide her fate. The rain had slowed to mist; for a moment the town’s sound dwindled to the steady tapping of water on stone.