Three days later, Callum and I drove through the cleared streets of Krapper on our way to Heartland Cemetery. One by one and at a rapid speed, the new trees had vanished, quicker than their blossoming into existence. Poof. There and then gone. Lily and Tram were keeping busy convicting all the escapees back to the Core.

According to Callum, the hinge between the Trinity trees had been restored when I'd thrown the black sticks into the pregnant garden. The fallen gates had ...