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Cody took a deep breath and whispered as loudly as he could muster, "In the tree. Look at what is carved in the side of the tree. Over there, a few feet from the tire swing. You can't miss it."
With that, everyone turned around slowly, and you could hear five big gasps as each MALB member looked at the tree. For a few moments, time seemed to completely stand still. Everyone's brain was churning, trying to grasp the meaning behind the words. There, lit up in the moonlight, in the drizzly wee hours of the morning, were words carved into the side of the tree facing the old tire swing.
It read, "MALB will DIE."
Magdalena could feel the panic well up within her very soul. She knew at that moment, every single one of them had the same question. No one on the face of this earth besides the six of them knew MALB even existed, much less what they called themselves. Either one of them in the group was a traitor, or some supernatural being was after them, or worse, who knew?
~ from Magdalena Gottschalk: The Crooked Trail