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||BOOK THREE in the Infernal Chronicles Series||
Second Edition, Edited
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Once upon a time, on an island far, far away, Angie Frost and her companions are on a dangerous journey to rescue one of their own from th...
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. . . . . ╰──╮✰ ✰ ✰ ╭──╯ . . . . .
‧₊˚✧ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ꜱɪxᴛᴇᴇɴ✧˚₊‧
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‧₊˚✧ɪᴛ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴇᴀꜱʏ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ɢʀᴇᴇɴ✧˚₊‧
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"Grief Is Like The Ocean
It Comes In Waves, Ebbing And Flowing
Sometimes The Water Is Calm And Sometimes It Is Overwhelming
All We Can Do Is Learn To Swim."
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The gathering at the cemetery was a small one, yet there wasn't a dry eye present. Angie, Mary Margaret, David, Regina, Robin, Hook, Henry, Emma, and Belle all attended. Everyone watched somberly as Neal's coffin was lowered into the ground and Emma clutched Henry tighter as the coffin reached its final resting point.
Angie knelt down to Henry's level and held him as well. Emma had told him that Neal was his father the previous day and the knowledge that his father was dead and he never got to see him again caused Henry to start crying. Angie wanted to tell Henry that it was all going to be alright, but it wasn't. And it would never be.
