Plunging her hands beneath the earth, she hoped to find something, something to guide them, something to bring them closer to the light.

  Would this help?

She found a secret her great-great grandmother wrapped in a golden whisper. She’d buried it at the base of the mountain the morning she left her prayer book there.

  It was a long long time ago, it read, now damp with mold.

She put the book down and plunged her hands back into the earth.