This is a continuation of the posts originally titled, An Untitled Novel About The Long Road of Hope.
[ Chapter 1.1 is here. ]
Chapter 2.2.1
Ultra Violence, Black Magic, And A Dirty Old Man?
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Lumi awoke just before sunrise. A faint lavender scent lingered on the crisp, clean white sheets. She thought to stay in bed. It was so cozy. But thoughts – of the day they left Bucharest and what today and tomorrow hold – tumbled into her attention.
She’d review messages and find coffee. Read the rest of this entry »
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