Prologue: The Way To Wights Hollow. The sun sank low behind the autumn trees. Its fading light casting long spindly shadows over the forest floor, like skeletal fingers reaching out across the earth. The dim golden light filtered through the leaves, warm and dappled with a faint orange glow. But the warmth, like the light, was fleeting. A cold wind blew as the day was gradually being swallowed by the