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The mud sucked at Cherry’s feet as she slipped through the thicket of willow and alder. Did she lose the wight that had been calling out her name? If so, it wouldn’t stay lost for long. Somehow, the creature had known she’d taken the old trail south. Surely it would hunt her down again. CommentsPart 4: The Bridge Too Far by Written by Chris Winkle, narrated by Chris WinkleRelated StoriesPart 3: The Voice Beyond the BramblePart 2: The Guardian and the WightsPart 1: The Departure