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"We make war so that we may live in peace." - Artisole
Chapter Eight
"What am I gonna say?" I'm almost pulling out my hair, and I can feel my dinner boiling up to my throat. Rachel just pulled in front of Silas's house, and now it's time to go and see Silas. I've never been so nervous in my life. I look up at the house, actually more like a mansion. There is a fountain in the middle of the drive way in front of his house. The water shoots up and down in different colors. The mansion is high like a castle, it has marble steps p leading up to its big front doors.
"This is his house!" I gasp.
"Well technically it's his fathers but he died when Silas was like ten." Rachel says unbuckling her seat belt.
"Oh god. What about his Mom?"
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She Dreamed of Her Memories
FantasySometimes dreams are things your brain is making sense of. Things it is putting together. The way your inner-self sees people. Things you want to do but never will. But only the gifted have the power to dream the future. **Cover made by @AllAb...
