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He settled on the edge of the cliff as waves struck and curled over the rocks below, creating a fierce rhythm. It vibrated his soul, shaking out places of misery and bringing healing. This was his place. Lorna’s too, the voice in his head informed him. Disgust twisted his face. “No,” he said, shaking his head, “not anymore.”
Lorna called yesterday. He’d let it go to voicemail, but he played it today. Heaviness weighed on his heart as he listened. “Hey, James, it’s Lorna. I hate to intrude on you after—everything, but I don’t have a choice. I had a vision,” she paused. He heard her take a deep breath.
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