Excerpt from Chapter One

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Across the highway, the New Lodge Farm sign slid in and out of sight as if suspended in the air. As they came close to the Workmans'chicken farm where his mom bought eggs, Jason thought he heard sheep bleating. He didn't know the Workmans had sheep. The fog rolled backmomentarily, and instead of the house, Jason saw someone with a long wooden crook herding a flock of sheep across the road. He blinked and they were gone. Droplets of water formed in a ring on his bugle and the instrument glimmered almost like a beacon in the fog. Any minute now and they'd see the Cobourg town sign and it would be time to turn back. It was then that it occurred to Jason that no cars were passing now, that it seemed very still.

The path had become a dirt road, a strange road, and as if by some signal, they all stopped, Squid's drum playing dwindling down to an occasional nervous tap-tap.

"Where are we?" Charlotte whispered.

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WW1 bugle that inspired Jason novels