The Weeping Hollows slumbered beneath the shroud of mist, rumor of revenge spirits carried on the wet breeze. The titan trees with their twisted arms outstretched their thorny fingers towards the dying light, as if weeping for mercy. The earth beneath, buried beneath a carpet of emerald moss and crumbling leaves, sang a gentle hymn to the unsuspecting traveler, enticing them into its shadow.

It was here that Ezra and Anabelle were, and the secrets of centuries hung over each shadow.

As they ...