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It's time for your new WIDOW'S TALE snippet (I sound like a doctor)
Alan was gone.
Serena was relieved to hear him leave. In fact, that that had always been the case.
Yet it was at this moment, this dreadful silence before the arrival of her next phantom that Serena recognized the icy tendrils of fear. When her ghost arrived today, it assaulted her not with the anticipated wails of anguish, but something much more horrifying.
Laughter.
Serena’s hands lashed out before her to hold the sound at bay, but the child’s echoes of mirth dipped into her soul, permitting a glimpse of a life taken. Serena moaned, but the childish giggles prevailed, a singsong laughter that had her teetering on the edge. Incoherent pleas fell from her lips as she hugged her arms about her and rocked back and forth, ignorant of the tears coursing down her cheeks.
That was how Brett found her.
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