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Twenty – 01

[This post is from Bryant Tapping’s point of view.] “Open the door,” David murmured.  “They’re almost here.” The sound of his friend’s voice startled Bryant—he’d been half certain David had fallen asleep again, sitting there with Isabelle.  She had her … Continue reading

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Ninteen – 05

[This post is from Thomas Merlin Ambrose’s point of view.] “What are you going to ask them?”  My question was designed to distract him from worrying about me, which seemed safer than the alternative.  It occurred to me that perhaps … Continue reading

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Nineteen – 04

[This post is from Thomas Merlin Ambrose’s point of view.] Opening the door, I winced at the sudden brightness that flooded in.  The morning sunshine was stronger than I’d expected, or it was later than I expected—probably a bit of … Continue reading

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Nineteen – 03

[This post is from Thomas Merlin Ambrose’s point of view.] I closed my eyes for a second and sucked in a breath.  Somehow, I knew he wasn’t going to go that far—he was probably only a few feet away from … Continue reading

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Nineteen – 02

[This post is from Thomas Merlin Ambrose’s point of view.] He stared at his hands and I watched him, drinking slowly.  I could tell that he was thinking, letting what I’d already told him roll around in his head and … Continue reading

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Nineteen – 01

[This post is from Thomas Merlin Ambrose’s point of view.] “Lin?” Consciousness flooded back in a rush.  My eyes felt gritty as I opened them, crusted over in the way they did when I was sick or had been crying … Continue reading

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Eighteen – 04

[This post is from Phelan’s point of view.] Matt’s brows went up.  “For Cariocecus, you mean?  I’m open to suggestions.” “He does have a soft spot for the kids,” Phelan said, opening the shutters over one of cut-out windows, letting … Continue reading

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Eighteen – 03

[This post is from Phelan’s point of view.] Thordin crossed his arms, his brow furrowing.  Something about his stance and expression reminded Phelan of the sky before a storm—an irony that was not lost on him at all.  “Has anyone … Continue reading

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Eighteen – 02

[This post is from Phelan’s point of view.] The sound of the hammer stopped as they came closer to the door and for a second, Phelan held his breath, wondering if Matt was about to come out of the forge, … Continue reading

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Eighteen – 01

[This post is from Phelan’s point of view.] “Phelan!  Phelan, wait.” He paused, turning slowly to look back down the hill.  Jacqueline was still carrying her basket of healing supplies as she hurried up the path behind him, the morning … Continue reading

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