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good, some not. And some spirits find homes
in its caves.”
LouAnn cut him off. “I can read people,
you know, see their souls. I knew she could be

trusted. We lent her the atlas.”
Maddy remembered the book that was
sticking out of her mom’s bag the last time she
saw her mom.
“It was an atlas my great-grandpa got from a
flea market. It had what your mom was lookin’

for. LouAnn, she a real good judge of character.
She said your ma could be trusted, so we lent
her the atlas. She said we’d be savin’ lives. I know
she’s right. Your ma is a real straight shooter.
You find the atlas, you’ll find your mom.”

“Do you know where we might look for the
atlas?” Maddy asked.
“Well, your mom, she talked about the
island just three miles down the river from
here. It’s called Pig’s Eye Island.”
“Pig’s Eye Island?” asked Owen.

Merl glared at LouAnn. “It’s a place you
shouldn’t be asking about. You’d be best to
forget you ever heard of a place called that.”

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