The forgotten

The forgotten

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They moved to escape the past. But the past wasn't done with them. When seventeen-year-old Ilana's younger brother vanishes without a trace in their new back garden, she doesn't expect to find an ancient tree at the heart of it all - or a portal hidden in its roots. On the other side lies a land haunted by shadows and ruled by a king who thrives on fear. With the help of a few companions, Ilana begins a journey across wild forests and forgotten villages to uncover the truth behind her brother's disappearances- but are her new companions who they say they are, and could one of them end up meaning more to her than she could ever imagine? Some truths were meant to stay buried. Lost in her family tree. And some people... were meant to be forgotten
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