"Never ignore the old stories."
That caught my attention.
"What old stories?"
"The stories every child in this pack grows up hearing."
"What kind of stories?"
She looked toward the forest in the distance.
"The forest."
I followed her gaze.
"What about it?"
She lowered her voice.
"They say Crescent Dawn remembers everything."
I frowned.
"What does that mean?"
"No one really knows."
"That's helpful."
She laughed.
"I'm serious."
"When I was little, the elders used to tell us that the forest keeps secrets."
"Secrets?"
She nodded.
"They said some people disappear..."
"...but never truly leave."
A chill crawled over my arms.
I tried not to think about the pale woman.
"Sounds like a ghost story."
She nodded.
"It probably is."
"You don't believe it?"
She shrugged.
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