Here it is! The next chapter in the saga! We are drawing very close to the end! Next week, the Epilogue of this long, frustrating, wonderful story! I hope you will have liked reading it as much as I had writing it!
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EpilogueCHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
Epilogue
Sylvie felt giddy, positively buoyant as she walked beside Stetson. The world seemed a brighter, happier place now than it had four weeks ago when they defeated Jacob. Today they’d be letting back in all the refugees who’d fled before the onslaught, and she looked forward to seeing all her friends and neighbors again.
The clean-up had taken much longer than expected; the bodies of the monsters were heavy and put off such a foul, acidic smell that they were pretty much toxic, preventing anyone from coming back until the creatures were placed in special containers made just for them and taken out by truck to the Golden Star Corporation laboratories by a anxious Wolfe.
Once the bodies were removed, the blackened pavement and anyplace their blood had fallen was so toxic that it too had to be removed and shipped, before the town could be reopened.
Sylvie and her friends had helped as much as they could, mostly as security. T
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SHDYCF2-Chapter 34 The Spirit RealmCHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
The Spirit Realm
For some time Sylvie lay in absolute darkness, unable to see or touch anything. She heard, as if through a locked door on the other side of a hallway or room, voices. They appeared to be quietly talking to one another, or maybe shouting at one another, but far, far away. Not heeding them, she struggled to go back to sleep.
But wait, if she was already asleep, then how could she go back to it? She felt confused, and tried to think logically about it, but nothing would come.
She tried to fall into slumber again, but she had the nagging feeling that something was wrong; it was as if she’d forgotten some important task she’d been assigned and wouldn’t be able to sleep until she’d managed to accomplish it.
But what could it be? She kept asking herself, but nothing came to her.
Dimly she could hear booms and screams, then the sound she was all too familiar with: the sound of guns.
Someone is sho