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katb357.livejournal.comDedication: I just lost one of my best friends, my ex-husband, the father of my eldest daughter. He was a part of my life for forty years, although we had been divorced for most of that. We realized early on that we weren't good married, but great as friends. He always championed my writing and actually helped me get my first computer. I am flying soon to Florida to visit my daughter and her family. I'm going to miss my friend. RIP David S. 1960-2016.
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The castle loomed ominously before them out of the darkness. The swirling fog played eerily amongst the many openings in the broken walls, and throughout the battlements atop some of the ruins. The sheer size of the castle up close was enough to give them pause for a few moments. The brilliant brassy light that they had witnessed from Sir Thomas Bean’s estate was currently nowhere to be seen. Everything was bathed in what little moonlight could penetrate the fog, which seemed to have a living, breathing aura about it, surrounding the two agents, chilling them with its very presence. The grass underfoot was long and wet, and clung to their legs, reminding Napoleon uncomfortably of thin strands of seaweed. Unwelcome images of kelpies flitted through his mind.
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The castle loomed ominously before them out of the darkness. The swirling fog played eerily amongst the many openings in the broken walls, and throughout the battlements atop some of the ruins. The sheer size of the castle up close was enough to give them pause for a few moments. The brilliant brassy light that they had witnessed from Sir Thomas Bean’s estate was currently nowhere to be seen. Everything was bathed in what little moonlight could penetrate the fog, which seemed to have a living, breathing aura about it, surrounding the two agents, chilling them with its very presence. The grass underfoot was long and wet, and clung to their legs, reminding Napoleon uncomfortably of thin strands of seaweed. Unwelcome images of kelpies flitted through his mind.
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