Chapter Four excerpt:
Behind the line of festival tents, the night closed in and the swamp crept up in stretching fingers of soft sponginess. The bright lights and vivid colors of the festival grounds gave way to dark gray-green. She took a few tentative steps, forcing her eyes to adjust to the dimness with a hard, determined squint before venturing further out.
The tent Nev sought was not a part of the festival. It sat tucked between moss-draped cypress trees in the rubble of a derelict bridge that had once crossed the bayou. She never would have noticed it back there in the dark if she hadn’t been looking for it specifically. Nothing was lit up, no one was nearby, and no path lead there; it stood as quiet and vacant as a church on Fat Tuesday. A hand-painted sign of black lettering on white background hung above the door flap. Nev could barely make out the letters:
Dense fog carpeted the ground, spiraling up her bare shins with every step, then settling again behind her into thick, fluid earth. She felt the presence of the tent, like some mysterious stranger, drawing her in the closer she got.
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