![]() To sanctify the circle, or protect whoever had stood within it? The circle of salt she found on the ground. She knew that if she touched it the body would still be warm. He had been tortured and killed in this place, without doubt. As though the ghosts in her mind were only that, unreal figures conjured like a nightmare of images superimposed on this place. The lingering echoes of chanting, and bells, and invocations in Latin.īut no sense of identity, and no real sense of life. ![]() She wasn’t getting much, just faint impressions of dark figures that had moved here, danced here, damned their souls here. She didn’t approach the headless corpse, still dripping blood, but circled the clearing warily, gun in hand and senses flaring. Smoke from the final glowing embers of the fire curled upward, and the smell of sulfur and blood was almost overpowering. ![]() he was already dead by the time she reached the otherwise-deserted clearing. She could almost feel the foamy surf lapping around her ankles, smell the slightly fishy salt air. ![]() ![]() Just a minute.” Taking the chance of further depleting her energy reserves, she concentrated on listening, on reaching out to hear the ocean, too far away from this house to be easily discernible through insulated walls and triple-pane glass.Īlmost immediately, as though a door had opened just yards from the beach, she heard the waves, the rhythmic crash of water against earth. ![]()
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