60 : what is your connection to them ?

Alo smoked quietly as he sat in his rocking chair. He straightened his cowboy hat higher on his forehead with one hand as he saw a car speeding toward the Crossroad Café.

The black 4×4 lurched past the front steps.

"Bloody hell," grumbled a beautiful blonde with a pair of thick black glasses on her nose.

It must have taken Emmanuelle three days to finally get to the crossroads indicated on the geographical landmark on her cell phone.

There was no doubt about it now. This café had a powerful protective barrier, and she knew perfectly well that the spirits were the source of it.

She had been surprised at first to see the veil of magic lift at the bend in the main road. She had been walking in circles for a whole day and had to cry out loud so that the secret road was finally revealed to her.

She slammed the door of the 4×4 behind her, kicking up the dry dust that had gathered around the vehicle.

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