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CHAPTER SIXTY
It had taken a few hours for things to settle down. By the time the two police men arrived, the whole community was up. Word had spread like wildfire, bringing men, women, and even children, out of bed. Dawn was slowly breaking. The orange hue of the sun slowly crept into the early morning gloom. Most of them wanted to see with their own eyes the culprits, and follow firsthand the story of the crime committed. Sean glanced at the crowd. A few of the women were in their nightgowns and head ties assembled in small groups whispering.
The men were pushing their way through the temporary barricad
Look out for Part 2, Abigale's story... SECRETS WITHIN THE MISTS Find out how Sean's lies and secrets catch up with him. Will he lose Abigale, or will they find a way to rise up from the mists enveloping their lives?
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