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Nobody could explain exactly when the tradition started—only that it happened every seven years, when the twin suns of Kaelor set at the same time and painted the sky in stripes of violet and gold. On that evening, every child between the ages of seven and fourteen would gather at the edge of the Whispering Bog, each holding a single candle made from the wax of the glow-fly.

And the bog began to sing.

Inside wasn't darkness. It was a memory—her mother, who had disappeared into this same bog seven years ago. Her mother, smiling, holding out her hand. Her mother, whose candle had never been found. vonzy ba onic