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The Stuff of Nightmares – Excerpt No. 8 - Evelyn Chartres
It felt like being trapped under ice. Every word was elongated, muffled, and faint. Under the water, she was safe from all that pain and sorrow, but she needed to break through eventually or drown. Julia recoiled as he touched her shoulder. She jumped out of the truck and ran…