The Lights in the Marsh
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frogs fall silent all at once
The will-o'-the-wisp drifts over bog and fen, a pale lantern just ahead, always just ahead. Travelers follow it toward what looks like a cottage window and are never seen again, swallowed by the soft ground. Folklore says they are the souls of those who did the same, doomed to lead others down. Do not follow a light that retreats, wanderer.