Chapter 2

Fall 2020 “Bianca. Bianca.” His voice boomed through the woods as she ran. A thorn bush snagged her shirt, but she pulled herself free and broke into the clearing at the back of the property. She could feel him at her back as her little legs worked to carry her …

Looking Glass

Year… 2040 The smell of lavender was piped into the room through a vent near the bed as soft music filled Bianca’s mind, drawing her from her sleep. As she blinked open her eyes, her shifting brainwaves set the room into motion. Light filtered into the room and the TV …

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