Jason Willow: Face Your Demons Page 46
by G Mottram
Jason forced down his dark mood. In these two battered old camper vans were the closest family and friends he could wish for – just eighteen hours ago they’d all fought to keep each other alive. Perhaps this was enough; perhaps just being surrounded by these people, wherever they ended up, was all the “home” he actually needed.
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Two hundred miles to the north, another storm broke against a lightening-lit castle rising up from dark waters. The ancient stone paid the howling wind and rain no mind at all.
As it had for centuries gone by, the keep of Eila Doon silently waited for its family to return.
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