Doug Lautzenheiser

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“Hello?” I shouted. “Anybody home?” Of course not. It was clear no one was there. Only the presence of a grandfather clock ticking away beside the fireplace. For a brief instant, I felt a sense of vertigo. There in the darkness, time turned on its head. Moments overlapped. Memories crumbled. Then it was over. I opened my eyes and everything fell back into place. Before my eyes was a plain gray space, nothing more.
A Wild Sheep Chase  (The Rat, #3)
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