Clara took a bow and unfurled her wings. This further energised the crowd. Even the entertainers were joining in on the excitement.
“She’s come back from the dead!”
“You can’t escape Death!”
A voice cut through the chatter and silenced them all. It was the singer, every syllable played out like a musical note being played out by the hand of a skilled musician.
“Welcome to Pompeii, Clara Grey.”
Clara smiled, her mind struggling to accept that they knew of her at all.
Disclaimer: This novel is an work in progress and readers may encounter grammatical errors and inconsistencies. Please view this a draft and not a published work.
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