![]() I stopped myself from doing the clichéd thing and calling out hello, but just barely. ![]() It slipped through my fingers like smoke. I reached out to touch the fog and swirled it with my hand. Clouds blanketed just about everything as far as the eye could see, and the freaking mist swirling around certainly didn’t help. It was difficult, mostly because everything looked the same. With that helpful advice in mind, I tried to get my bearings. I couldn't remember how I’d gotten here or why, and the longer I drifted through the mist, the farther away reality seemed. I had no other plausible explanation for my current state of being, which was drifting through miles and miles of fog. I didn't have any evidence to back up my theory, but all signs certainly pointed that way. Either that or I'd died and gone to heaven. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.Ī man that studieth revenge keeps his own wounds green. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Cover content is for illustrative purposes only and any person depicted on the cover is a model. ![]() No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.Ĭhrysalis © 2021 by S.E. ![]()
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