The winding drive lined with thick pines. The formal gardens filled with lush blooms. The sparkling fountains cascading to a small lake, where white swans swam through the morning mists. The air of mystery that blanketed the cathedral-like building. She knew it all. Though Krisana Delacourt had never stepped foot in the town of Mysteria Falls, Virginia before, she’d been here. For years, this place had played a vivid part of her nights. In her dreams—and sometimes—nightmares, she’d lived bits and pieces of a life here. Tender moments of laughter with a faceless dark-haired lover, and nightmares of panic, that left her haunted and shivering in the dark. Memories of a life that wasn’t hers. At least not her current life. She’d searched the world obsessively for this stained glass Victorian opera house to the point that her friends and family had questioned her sanity. Even she had doubted it herself. To finally find it in Frederick County, a mere two-hour drive from her Washington D.C home, was maddening.
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