“Whoa—slow down, Holly…” I tapped the brake, turning to see what Stevie pointed at. “Those rocks.” He stabbed at the window with a finger. “It’s a stone circle—see? It goes all the way around the trailer. And there’s a witch ball, too.” His voice rose, triumphant. “She’s a witch.” I let the car roll to a stop. He was right about the stone circle—how had I missed that before? The plants had hidden it, I realized. Now that the clumps of hostas and ferns had died back, you could see the rocks nestled within them. Most were knee high, a few almost four feet tall. They formed a circle—more of an
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