toward the gardens. They were as Fayth had described in her letter

to the greenhouse at the edge o

oiled around rusted metal beams. A single light flickere

een Fayth'

rs along the base. Fayth's last letter had said s

k. She tugged it f

brass key. Tarn

c box, maybe. Or a journal. The answers w

noise-a cr

, every ne

if

rway, shadows slici

t be here," h

r shoul

d between the

ed closer. "Y

th caught.

you're not her. Fayth wo

dn't a

tever game you're playing, st

ne, disappeari

e, brass key ti

know something.

at no one knew-was that sh

o finish what

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