Mohave glanced at Andrew, looking apologetic.

Andrew chuckled. "It's alright, Mohave. If you're not allowed to talk about it, don't worry about it."

After that, silence fell over the group as they continued their trek. A string of torches and flashlights flickered through the dense forest.

Andrew glanced back and saw that the lights from Gallow's End heritage hamlet below had dwindled to just two or three tiny specks—probably the last streetlamps still glowing in the village.

They were