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||BOOK THREE in the Infernal Chronicles Series||
First Edition, Un-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...
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"There Are Wounds That
Never Show On The Body
That Are Deeper And More Hurtful
Than Anything That Bleeds."
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Together, Angie, David, and Emma sat on the floor attempting to understand the paper in front of them. Mary Margaret was sitting in a rocking chair, observing the chaos as it unfolded.
David peered closer at the paper as Emma held it. "I've seen enemy battle plans that were easier to decode than this."
Emma began to read the instructions out loud. "Alright, it says, 'take screws E, with washers D, through bar C.'" Angie and David retrieved all of the parts that Emma had listed. "And you do that using wrench F, which is...not provided."
Angie and David both groaned. Angie held her hand out to take the instructions. "Let me see that."
Mary Margaret leaned her head back and looked at the ceiling. "Why don't we just call Marco?" she suggested. "He's really good at this sort of thing."
"No!" Emma and Angie argued.
"We're fine!" David added.
"Should we even be doing this?" Mary Margaret complained. "Ever since the showdown between Regina and the Wicked Witch, we haven't seen Zelena or Gold at all. Shouldn't we be focusing on her next move?"
"We are," Angie told her. "We can't stop living."
"Yeah, this crib is a statement," David popped in. "We're not gonna lose another baby."
Regina opened the door, holding a box containing some ingredients from her vault. "And thanks to me and Angie, you won't. I'm finished." She retrieved a vial of poppy essence from her pocket and tossed it to Angie. "Here. There's some of this left."
