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A silent war fought by the scourge of society. Ember knew the war; she'd fought in it for years. But lines are blurring, and trust is dangerous. Either smother in distrust or burn in someone's lies. The divide grew with every whispered word.
Wholehearted Half-Truths? Here's one:"I just couldn't make these characters work the way I wanted them to. Right now I keep all my rough drafts inside this bottom drawer. Once in a while I hear some noise down there. They're frustrated, half-finished, want some kind of resolution, but I'm tired. They will have to wait a few more centuries." There's lots more off-beat prose inside...
"When things go bump in the night, they bump back." My name is Blair Robertson. After years of ghost hunting, I'm finally ready to hang up my hat and try something new, or at least, that's what I keep reminding myself every night before I go to bed. I mean, I still haven't told Jake or Ian... YET! and well, Shane is trying to figure out how to get me to stay. It's the main reason I'm doing one last show. To prove him wrong. And I mean, nothing can go wrong with that, right?
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