“1: The Shadows @page { margin-bottom: 5.000000pt; margin-top: 5.000000pt; } 7 A SHADOW, THICK AND solid as a pool of oil, raced after them from the edge of the forest. It swept up the path, filling the sky. It shut out the moonlight. Olive could feel it turning the air to ice. Goose bumps prickled across her body. A chilly breeze swirled through her hair.
“Hurry!” she shouted to Morton, pulling him along by the arm. With her free hand, she clumsily straightened the spectacles on her face.
Ah...ead of them, she could see the hanging frame and its picture of the hallway.
“Stay close to me!” Horatio yowled, streaking ahead of them like a furry comet.
Morton pumped his little legs, trying to keep up. Sharp stones jabbed at Olive’s feet, but she could barely feel them. Her heart was thundering. Her lungs ached. Her whole body knew that nothing mattered but getting away from the darkness. And it was coming closer. She could sense it—the thing in the forest, the thing that had been plotting, biding its time, was now just inches away.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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