The silence was the loudest thing Leo had ever heard. The garden, once a place of magic and wonder, was just a garden again. The Compass was a cold, dead weight in his hand. Fable was gone. A hollow ache opened up in Leo’s chest, and hot tears of frustration and grief welled in his eyes. He had failed. He had searched for a magical artifact, a secret key, and found nothing. The great quest was over.He was so lost in his despair that he barely heard the soft crying at first. It was a real, human sound, cutting through