The Quest Continues
Welcome back to year fourteen, Where whispers ride the cooling breeze The shadows gather dark and lean, And secrets stir among the trees Last year's trail was sharp and keen, As Inspector Brodie claimed the prize, All things Baker turned up in green, With spectral clues in clever disguise. Before you chase this year's unseen, Review the rules and mysteries past, For every clue may hide between A truth revealed when found at last.