Her Home
Mrs. McCarthy led Miles and Tim into the twisting, dark trees. The mud was still on the ground. The entire region was filled with the sound of frog croaks, cricket and bird chirps, and swinging trees. They followed the woman to a different clearing. It had a wood cabin in the center and was well-lit. With a hide rack on one side and a garden on the other, the space appeared sufficiently comfortable. That was not all, though.
Her Home
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There was a solitary lantern lighting the entire area, a fireplace that Miles’ mother had covered with black plastic paper, and a bench next to the garden that appeared to be for studying. It did not appear to be a place where someone who had become lost in a forest could find refuge. Someone who wanted to remain anonymous lived there. Mrs. McCarthy indicated, “Shoes,” and then gestured for Miles to enter the cabin. His mouth dropped open; he had no idea what he had anticipated finding.
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