Clara’s pov
The news arrived with the morning regulars, the way most bad information did.
Frank set his paper down harder than usual and waited until I finished pouring his coffee. “You hear what’s coming out of Moonridge?”
I kept my face neutral even though the heat in my chest gave a low, answering roll. “Not lately.”
“Borders are soft. Scouts saying the wards are thinning in places. A couple of the outer markers failed completely last week. People are nervous. And that’s not the weird part.”
Marnie came out of the kitchen drying her hands on a towel. “There’s a weird part?”
Frank nodded, expression serious. “Construction crew working the north access road said they saw lights in the trees that weren’t flashlights.
Moving too fast, too high off the ground. One guy swears somethin
