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Somewhere past Cherry’s ivy-laced window, the wights beckoned. She scanned the thick ferns and pale alder trunks out back, but the hillside held no vibrant colors or alluring shapes. The wind’s rustling didn’t carry bubbling laughter or a hint of melody. If only that meant the wights had left.          CommentsPart 1: The Departure by Written by Chris Winkle, narrated by Chris WinkleRelated StoriesBeyond the Twilight GateDeathslingerPrince in the Pin