It was the voices filling the ruined church that broke through her muddled conscience first, and Molly winced, as she struggled upright on the cold stone floor.
Her head hurt, and she was pretty sure she’d left several layers of skin behind, when she tripped over the exposed tree root, which now seemed to be a pew?
What in the world…
The singing intensified, and Molly swallowed hard when the swirling mists around her solidified.
“Do not be afraid, my child.”
The deep voice trembled through her and her scream of terror died in her throat.
The legend was true.
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