Trees swallowed her and then spat her out into a glade where an abandoned fairground crouched under vines. Rides stood like time-stiffened sea creatures; a carousel horse wore a crown of rust. A sign near the entrance read isaidub new in letters once bright and now collapsing inward. Beneath the banner someone had scratched, in a hand that trembled as if from laughter or cold, the words: Take the wrong turn and say it aloud.
Before she climbed in, the barista from the cafe appeared as if conjured by some civic duty. "You going to keep saying it?" she asked. wrong turn isaidub new
"Is it a place?" Mara asked, afterward.