It was crazy.
Wondering what was she doing there in the middle of the night, in the harsh chill that permeated the dry air, Isadore concluded that it was a madness.
But she had gone too far already to go back now.
Holding back a sigh, Isadore raised the rudimentary winter lantern she had found in a corner of the garden, which barely served to illuminate the winding path she was following.
Trying to orient herself wasn't easy as she had to stay at the edge of the road, hidden among the trees, trying not to be seen in the shadows of the night.
If she had bumped into someone she really wouldn't have been able to explain what she was doing.
Because she didn't knew either.
Isadore couldn't explain it.
It had been the accursed call of the Moon that pushed her to that adventure.
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