Lillian had never heard of it. And that wasn't the craziest part.
Following the stream, we came to a waterfall and climbed up the hill alongside it. At the top, we could finally see above the canopy and get our bearings.
"There it is." I saw it in the distance, gleaming with the reflected light from the moon and stars. "That's the spire I'm talking about." It jutted high above the carpet of emerald treetops, tapering like a needle stuck in the glittering dark belly of the sky. I pointed, and I knew she couldn't miss it.
But she did. "Where?" She looked in the direction I was pointing, then turned her head right and left. "I don't see anything."
Frowning, I jabbed my finger at it. "Right there, Lillian. Three miles or so inland, two hundred feet tall, sticking straight up."
