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It wasn’t.
‘Addie?’ I called, playing snatches from her song from time to time in hopes that one or the other sound would penetrate the forest gloaming.
No answer came, and she did not appear. I trudged through tangled thickets of conifer trees, their trunks wound about with ivy so dark green in hue it was almost black. Pools of water hid beneath the carpeting brambles, the one wetting my feet and the other scratching my ankles and legs, and progress was slow. How had Addie managed to disappear so thoroughly with such terrain to hamper her?
Magickal faerie creature. Right.
At last I heard a faint whinny, and another, and I adjusted my steps accordingly.
But it was not Addie that had called. It was another unicorn.
Another two minutes’ trudging brought me to the edge of a shadowy
