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Inside wasn't darkness. It was a memory—her mother, who had disappeared into this same bog seven years ago. Her mother, smiling, holding out her hand. Her mother, whose candle had never been found.

Twelve-year-old Lina clutched her candle. The wax was warm and pulsed faintly, as if the glow-fly still dreamed inside it. Beside her, her best friend Dorian was already shaking. vonzy ba onic

"Who are you?" Lina whispered.

The bog swallowed sound immediately. One moment she could hear the nervous giggles of the others; the next, only the squelch of her own boots and the distant drip-drip-drip of mist off the bone-white trees. She lit her candle. The flame was blue. Inside wasn't darkness

Thump-thump.

Lina didn't answer. The rules were simple: you walked into the bog alone. You lit your candle. You followed the sound of your own heartbeat until it matched another. And if you were lucky—or brave—the bog would show you what you were meant to protect. Her mother, whose candle had never been found