by J. L. Murray
“Everyone but you,” I said.
“Yes, well, all of us have to live with the decisions we make, don't we?”
I looked away. He stood up.
“I'll come and see you again,” he said.
I didn't have the energy to speak, so I only nodded. I heard the rip, felt the black fog surround me, then dissipate again.
The bar was quiet. I could feel the souls now. Ever since I got back I could feel them, like little bursts of anxiety or anticipation, and then the wave of relief when they crossed over. I supposed this is what Sam felt all the time. In a way it gave me comfort. But every now and then I could feel one stick. I felt the pressure, the anticipation, but it didn't go away. I knew where to find him, and I knew, somehow, that I could be there in an instant. Sam's power was now my own. I slipped on my shoes.
It was time to get to work.
Also by J.L. Murray
The Other Side of the Desert
Between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea
The Devil Is A Gentleman
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