Earlier today, my ten-year-old son had guitar practice. When I reminded him of the class, he […]
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Where moments before the bright morning sun flickered through the branches of the huge oak trees surrounding the property, everything in a ten yard radius immediately went pitch dark. The air, already a chilly fifty degrees, dropped past freezing in an instant, and the pressure changed to the point where he thought his eardrums might burst.

— Threads, Chapter 23