They traveled by moon because it was safer. At daybreak, they found sanctuary in a tree or abandoned shelter and sleep overtook their bodies like inhaled smoke.
The morning they arrived, they found the lonely cabin under a shock of sunrise.
Inside, light flooded over a skeleton in a rocking chair and they clasped hands, tears dropping from their eyelashes.
“We were too late,” said the girl.
The door opened then, and a wrinkled woman laughed from other side.
“So you found my decoy,” she said, going forward to embrace them. “But you mustn’t cry. That one’s been gone centuries.”
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