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Slender Silver Birches whispered secrets to a flock of noisy sparrows, arrowing like darts into the depths of ancient twisted limbs; the last leaves clinging stubbornly, shaken loose, circling, drifting down to join their siblings on the earth to begin the journey to mulch-hood. It was cold but the sounds of nature were undiminished; a raven's caw, a kookaburra's contagious chuckle and the sweet melodic call of a thrush echoed across the garden to the silent group sitting beneath the canopy of branches soaking up the sun's last warmth before winter's final grip held the earth in stasis. ...Flora, Samantha, Maeve and the group who had assembled around them were tired and confused, not knowing if the outcome of their ritual, woven with the intention of locating Sybille on Samhain eve the previous night had been successful and knowing that much was riding on it....They had all witnessed things they could not put name to although so much more had, to their frustration, been hidden from sight as they'd stood, backs turned to the events unfolding. ...Who was the small creature that Maeve saw watching her with such cold intensity ...where did Bethan go to in the that brief moment she vanished? ...Who are the enigmatic Dark Fae waiting in the wings for any of them to make just one small slip? ...dare you walk the between, in the places unseen ...will you dare to engage with your shade ...will you walk, will you stray ...senses lost on the way ...with the mists calling home ...will you wander alone ...dare you walk the between, unafraid. ...the story continues after the Samhain Rite...