It has stood as a sentinel for centuries, a lonely, lichen-covered reminder of a frozen past when sabre-toothed tigers and woolly mammoths roamed the plains of East Anglia.
This week we are talking about one of Stacia's favourite topics, stones. In particular, the cursed stone of Stockton and the Merton stone.
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