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Lane had been practicing, trying to hone his skills. He started out with candles, making them levitate through the air and spin around the room. Hey, look at this: A new magic trick. He found he could go quite a while before he began to get a headache, but discovered it wasn’t a good idea to keep going until his nose began to bleed. The day before he had pushed himself so hard his stomach was cramping painfully and it felt as if someone had caved his skull in with a hammer. But the tide was
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The tourists had finally left the island of Adermoor Cove in the wake of autumn. Though there were some who would never say so out loud, of the townsfolk who lived on the island year round, many were glad to have the town to themselves. Walking up the steps of the courthouse, Carlos Santino could sense the shift: the lack of traffic, the bored looks on the faces of shop owners and seasonal sales, the change of colors in the leaves. The town had been stripped bare to its foundation, its true self
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The people of Adermoor Cove vibrate with excitement in preparation for Oktoberfest. Carlos is now the sheriff of the town. Moira has gone back to teaching, when she is attacked. Lane Hardy and his friends must decide Ramona's fate once and for all. Can they save her or must they destroy her?
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Nora was still up when Carlos returned to the lighthouse. She was sitting in the rocking chair where Lane normally sat, with a blanket wrapped around her shoulders and a mug in her hand. He hovered at the bottom of the steps, uncertain of what to do, what to say. She was still a perfect stranger to him. Things had happened so fast since Lane had told him who she was there hadn’t been time to process that Lane’s mother, the woman sitting before him now, was here in Adermoor Cove. “How
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They were sitting together on the couch. Lane sat on the other side of the living room, in a chair. In a surprisingly calm voice Lane knew she used with her clients, Nora explained to Carlos and Moira the process of what she would be doing. Carlos frowned when she was finished, skeptical, but said nothing. Outside the house the storm continued to rage. Nora showed Lane the pendant she held in her hands. It was the same blood-red pendant she had used a year ago at the cabin in Michigan.
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It was going to storm again; according to the weather man it was supposed to rain for the next three days. Thunder clouds had amassed around the tower of the lighthouse as if the tower itself was an elemental magnet. The grey mass, like a bruise, only reflected the sense of melancholy that had come over Lane. He realized he was lonely, sick of the isolation. In Michigan it had been easy because he had Charlie and Charlie had been all he needed; on the road, in his car, he’d been too busy tr
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Nora had forgotten how beautiful the front of the island was; from a distance it looked like something you might see in a travel brochure. Had it looked this beautiful when Craig and she had come here twenty-four years ago? Yes, she remembered it had, even more so than it did now. It had been in 1995. Craig and Nora had stood on a ferry boat just like this one, looking at the island from across the water. She remembered the haunted expression on Craig's face. His eyes had been wide and dis
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Moira and Lane spoke little in the car. The mutual tension they felt was palpable as Lane drove down Donovan Road, towards a mission that could potentially be dangerous. Moira, more than anything, dreaded seeing Ramona's house. Even though it had only been a week and a half since the last time she'd seen it, it felt longer. More like a decade. She tried to distract herself, think of other things. Like how Lane had gotten this car for one, but Moira resisted the urge to ask. So she watched
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Carlos laid in bed, watching the steady rise and fall of Lane's chest. The younger man was lying on his side so the sun was at his back and Carlos could see his face. His eyes were closed; he appeared to be at peace. I could lay here all day and watch him sleep, Carlos thought, stretching. He couldn't remember the last time he'd had a man in his bed - definitely not since leaving Boston. There had been plenty of men in the city, sure, most of them one night stands. Carlos had tried da
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I don’t want you here. Those were the last words Nora Hardy’s son had said to her - and they stung like hell. She understood why he’d said them for she had more than earned them. But when your child spurned you, whether you brought them into this world yourself or you’d adopted them, for a mother there was no greater sense of shame. She’d spent the last ten minutes sitting in her chair, either looking at the phone sitting on top of her desk or out at Indianapolis’s skyline. When she’d
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For the past decade Nora has done her best to keep Lane safe by keeping her secrets. Now, she realizes, the time has come for Lane to know the truth. Feeling a desperate need to attone, she travels to Adermoor Cove to reconcile with her son.
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After what felt like an hour of travelling through the dark woods, when he was on the verge of collapsing, he managed to shove his way through the final group of trees onto Donovan Road. Across from it was another sign with another road branching off, rising into a hill: Maggerly Road, where Carlos now lived in the house Enzo had left him. Lane allowed himself a moment to look up at the night sky; he felt he deserved it. The storm had stopped moments ago. The clouds were in the process of
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Moira was sitting on the couch in her studio apartment, getting ready to down her second shot of Captain Morgan when Suzanne Salander showed up at the door. Without the twins, Moira noted with interest. It was rare when Suzanne didn't have the twins in tow. "I tried calling you before I came over here," said Suzanne. "I was getting worried." "Sorry," said Moira. She wasn't really sorry, not this time. Her mouth and mind were on autopilot. "I was prepared to kick the door down
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Moira was more than a little surprised when Anne Sterling called to ask if they could have lunch together. "Just you and I," she said. The occasions when Anne was not following Scott around playing Stepford Wife was rare. Perhaps she needed consolation after her daughter had gone missing. Moira accepted more out of curiosity than a desire to connect with her mother-in-law. They met at The Pine Tree Cafe, just off of Central Avenue. Anne hugged Moira when she saw her. "Oh Moira, it's so goo
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Someone was at the door. Lane sat up, throwing the blanket on the floor. He’d been napping on the couch when he heard the doorbell ring. He’d yet to move into one of the bedrooms. For the moment he was perfectly comfortable sleeping in the living room. He’d been sleeping a lot, exhausted from making arrangements for his late great aunt’s funeral as well as getting his car back from the lot. Cursing, he got up and went to the door. Standing on the porch was Annabelle, the waitress w
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The receptacle was surprisingly very heavy. Made of ceramic, Carlos Santino had to hold it in his lap with both hands. In front of him his father’s name was engraved into the material, along with the date he was born and the date he’d died. It’s heavy because there’s a whole human being in there, he told himself. My father’s in there. And it seemed right that it should be heavy, burdensome. Enzo Santino had died a very painful death. Carlos would be making payments for the rest of the year
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Reeling from the events of Part 4, Lane and Carlos deal with the consequences in their own way. Having accepted Aunt Vanessa's legacy, Lane has officially settled into the lighthouse, Lane discovers his presence in the town is not welcomed.
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Yeah this is one of the ones that I'm going to totally rewrite one day; already doing one for Planet Redemption. This one was really rough. Not my best work
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Is there any changes I should make to tbe scene that would make it more accurate or plausible?
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Thanks Paqman for noticing that mistake. I changed it from twenty-four inches - not sure how that got in there, sometimes I get to typing so fast my fingers are on autopilot - to six to eight inches.
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Carlos drifted in and out of consciousness. When he went under he dreamed/remembered his father. This last time he remembered their last conversation, when he'd gone to his house for beer after leaving Lane's. I'm sorry I haven't been the father you deserved, Enzo had said. I know it's a little late...we're both old men now, tired and bitter from the things we've seen, but I'd like to rectify that while I still can. Me too, Carlos had said, lifting his glass towards his father. Now he fo
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The search party was over. Everyone had gone home due to the rain. It had taken Lane and his group an hour to reach Ramona's house. By then it had stopped raining - for the moment at least. Ted had driven home in his fancy lawyer car, promising Carlos they would come back to the woods and look for Ramona but didn't mention the cave, although Lane got the feeling the cave was what they really meant. If they wanted to put themselves in danger by searching it, that was fine by Lane, but he did
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News about Ramona Sterling’s disappearance spread through town like wildfire. Carlos suspected it would even be a bigger deal than the death of Vanessa Stanton, for how could a cop on the sheriff's department just come up missing in a town like Adermoor Cove? He had to admit it was smart of his father to use the town's need for gossip and excitement to their advantage. He held a press conference on the lawn of the court house just as he'd done for Vanessa Stanton's death, and called for vo
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“It’s official,” Ted Magyer said. “The lighthouse and everything your aunt owned has been passed onto you.” Lane shook his head, looking at the titles for the lighthouse, The Netted Eel, and the Clam’s Pearl, as well as the yacht The Dionysia. He looked at his lawyer. “Are you sure about all this? Just like that? I didn’t even have to see a judge?” “Trust me, Lane, you don’t have to keep asking. I wouldn’t tell you it is official if it isn’t official.” “How’d you do it?” Ted
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Carlos couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Burn it down?" "Yeah." "Are you crazy?" Lane shrugged. "Depends on who you ask?" "We can't burn this house down. This is Ramona's home." "I know," Lane said patiently. "But it's the best way to ensure it doesn't spread. Remember what I was telling you back at the lighthouse?" “I don’t think bringing you along was such a good idea after all,” Carlos said before he could stop himself. Lane’s eyes widened as if h
