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007: Daughter of Pan
Gentle music drifted across the wheat stubble. Katie froze. Her face drained. What was she hearing? Her eyes scanned the field around her. Goosebumps reared up all over her body. The panic welling up inside her was fighting with the soft comforting melody that surrounded her.
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006: Lockjaw, the Beginning
A young, handsome, red-haired man awoke, and sat up in his wooden framed bed. Michael Ó Fiaich, son of a huntsman. Son of a hermit. Stood up on a pair of tired legs and stumbled his way across the room to his clothes. The early morning gave him no light. The sun had not yet…
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005: Nightmare Smile
Her heart knew the truth. Katie was anything but safe. She lay, helpless on the floor behind the two men. With every shaky step Mikhaela prayed that her feet would keep moving. She was her sisters only hope, and stupidity, stubbornness and dumb luck were all that was keeping her moving. There was no chance…
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004: Wind and Wheat Stubble
Wind whipped past Mikhaela’s face as she cycled through the streets of Lower Billington. The cold air stung, adding more water to her already tear stained eyes. Her thin cotton pyjamas kept her as warm as an ice-cube in a freezer, but she didn’t care. Shivering through fury, fear, and the frost she pressed on.…