Chapter 121

The bogland looked livelier than it did when we had the Moonlight Masquerade Ball. I stood on the wooden porch of one of the houses that surrounded the clearing, the air heavy with the scent of wildflowers and damp earth. The moon cast its silvery glow over the murky waters, reflecting the twisted branches of the ancient trees that stood in the moonlit night.

Callie and Celia fussed with the intri