foggy town

  • In the Quiet

    Chapter Eight The sidewalks were slick with moonlight. A breeze threaded through the trees, carrying the scent of wet bark and pavement along with it. Mercer walked a half-step behind, his shoulder brushing hers now and then where the sidewalk narrowed. His uniform jacket caught the glow of the streetlamps, his badge glinting, edges damp

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  • Chapter 4 The mist had thickened into a living thing by the time Ivy left the festival, coiling through the streets and stretching long fingers between iron fences and rusted gates. Fog seeped between the bars, winding through the empty town like a silent tide, swallowing the world in shades of silver and gray. Her

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  • Chapter One – Part One How did she get to this point? Ivy could no longer remember how long she had been drifting through this fog. Time, which was once measured by busy days and fulfilling hours, had now been lost to her, dissolving into the spaces between her racing thoughts. Lily was gone. She

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