The night went like every other night except for one thing. Our mother was not here. We saw her this morning as she swept us off to school with that warm motherly glow. She looked happy; nothing seemed off. So why wasn’t our mother home? She is always home when we get back from school. I must go, pick up my younger brother, Donovan, from middle school, then pick up my little sister, Ella, from elementary school. Then we go for a snack at the local ice cream shop. My...
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The mist arrived on the third day of Aura’s vigil. She’d been kneeling at the Crossing Stone since dawn on the first day, as tradition demanded. Three days and three nights without food or sleep, waiting for the dead to release their claim on her brother’s soul. Only then could Finn pass from the shadow realm into whatever lay beyond. But the mist wasn’t supposed to come. It rolled across the moorland like a living thing, silver-gray and thick enough to swallow sound. Aura’s breath caught as it reached the...
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