Chapter 12
Strategically placed spotlights illuminated the stone walls and beams of the old mill that now housed the Artisan Guild. Though “old” no longer seemed to apply as a descriptor. The last time Kyle had been out here had been on a hike when they were in high school. There’d been vines and overgrowth and an ineffable abandoned air that had given rise to ghost stories to explain why the place had been abandoned nearly a century before. That had certainly been cooler than the truth—that the rerouting of the river that powered the mill had put it out of business, toppling the empire of Joan’s lumber baron ancestor.
The place certainly wasn’t abandoned now. Dozens of cars filled the parking lot, and people streamed toward the front doors, many with assorted instruments in hand.
Kyle
