He closes the driver's door.
Lynn looks around the little house carefully and walks through the driveway, entering his hands into his pockets. He's not sure if this guy still lives here, but if anyone could help him to take the Feingold Brothers down, this guy would be one of them.
But also, time changes people.
Lynn rings the bell twice.
After a while, footsteps approaches. A pale looking, red haired woman opens the door slightly, looking at him suspiciously.
"What do you want?" she asks coldly.
"Er....does Ray Jenkins live here?"
"Who are you?" she frowns.
"My name is Lynn, an old friend of Ray. Is he here?" Lynn replies patiently.
"Oh, he's here." The woman raises her eyebrows. "But I don't think you're gonna meet him."
"Why? What's wrong?"
"You work for that secret society, don't you? Which screwed up his whole life, our life," she speaks harshly. "I don't know why you're h
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"Ah...."Celandine observed the man curiously who just came out from the chamber, going downstairs. She noticed the small hand batch on his black robe, wondering what that might be meaning.Suddenly everything around her changed.They traveled dawn to dusk, past woods and orchards and neatly tended fields, through small villages, crowded market towns, and stout holdfasts. Come dark, they would make camp and eat by the light of the moon and the lamps. The men took turns standing watch. Celandine would glimpse firelight flickeringthrough the trees from the camps of other travelers. There seemed to be more camps every night, and more traffic on the kingsroad by day.She somehow knew it was a dream.Morning, noon, and night they came, old folks and little children, big men and small ones, barefo
Somebody is brushing hairs from his forehead. Then nudging his shoulder."Cedron, wake up," a voice tells softly.A female voice.He is feeling confused. There's no female person in their home. Then who is it?He tries to open my eyes, but can't, because sunlight is hitting me. Who the hell opened the damn curtains of the damn window?He raises his hands to cover my eyes, but something is in them. Something muddy.Wait...I'm not in home, am I?"Cedron," that voice tells again.I snap my eyes open.A sharp face welcomes me.I adjust myself in a seated position, glancing around. Who is this girl?Shit!He squints at the sunlight, not feeling as panicked as others should be
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Once-over die fallI lay behind my back, before the boat, and into darkness I must row. I rowed with weak arms, watching my hands to make sure I kept hold of the oars, for I could not feel my grip. I came thus into rough water and the dark, out on the open Gulf. There I had to stop. With each oarstroke the numbness of my arms increased. My heart kept bad time, and my lungs had forgotten how to get air. I tried to row but I was not sure my arms were moving. I tried to pull the oars into the boat then, but could not. When the sweet light of a harbour patrol ship picked me out of the night like a snowflake on soot, I could not even turn my eyes away from the glare.They unclenched my hands from the oars, hauled me up out of the boat, and laid me out like a gut