In the back of her mind, however, pricked a memory. It was a story her Gran had told her when she was a child to make her sleep at night. A story about magical creatures who make their homes in the wild places. Not like a bear or a fox, but creatures from another realm, another place outside this world.

Her Gran had called this fantastical place the Far Shoals, and had talked endlessly about the wonders there. She said magic came from the Far Shoals through gates, but they were closed a long time ago. That’s why there wasn’t any magic left in the world. Eaglette really didn’t share her Gran’s obsession with fairy tales, but she remembered the stories well enough. She had heard them many times.

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