The town of Mystique Vale was a peculiar little place. It was small, no bigger than a village, but had a busy train station. Dan
There was noise in the dark. At first, it started low — an almost indistinct buzzing in Dan’s ear, resembling almost the never-ending buzz of
“I can’t believe we got lost. Again.” Dan stifled a snicker and kicked a stray pebble, watching from the corner of his eye as Jamie,
Dan was sitting on the front steps to the Polaris, forearms leaning against his knees as he glared at the drained star in his hand.
“I think we’re in Hazen,” said Jamie. He‘d climbed out of the bush they’ve landed in, and was now standing beside Dan. He pulled the
“Mama used to tell me a story, you know,” Dan said, panting. “When I was little. About a star that hanged a little too low