A warm August rain was falling. Heavy drops fell from the sky, veiling the forest trees in a veil of steam. The sky was overcast, yet the moonlight spilled between the treetops like a milky glow.
The stone altar on which the body of the woman in the red dress rested seemed older than the trees themselves, as if it had grown from the earth. No one knew who had built it or why. It was said that centuries ago it had been used by witches - for prayers, for sacrifices.
Her body lay peacefully on the stone, as if she were sleeping. Her bare feet were strangely clean. The red dress clung to her skin, hiding traces of blood that only he could see.
Heath Calder stood over her silently, the knife he held in his hand still dripping with water and something darker. His hands were shaking. His face was pale. The rain mixed with tears.
He didn't know which one it was.
Elowen or Seraphine?
He only knew one thing:
"No one will believe me. Not even her... if she were alive."
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Whispering Moon
Mystery / ThrillerIn Dunwick Wood, no one remembers what really happened many years ago. Or maybe they don't want to remember. When two sisters - Elowen and Seraphine - come to a small English town, everything starts over. People are enchanted by them, and old legend...
