The Dead (The Thaumaturge Series Book 1) - Plot & Excerpts
Leo had been gone when I had woken up, and I took a second to look into my spare bedroom. It was empty, of course, except for some stray free weights I had picked up at a garage sale and now used to hold the carpet down. The closet door was closed though, and I knew better than to look inside. The trailer felt still and small around me. I could have almost dreamed the prior night’s activities, if not for the Post-it note stuck to my car keys that read only, “See you tonight” in Leo's oddly fancy penmanship. I slipped on the slushy, wooden steps of my trailer and righted myself somehow without spilling my coffee. A thin layer of snow blanketed the ground. Despite the numbing cold, I expected that the afternoon would be sunny. Early November weather could be unpredictable. As early as it was, the trailer park remained beautifully silent, the cars lumpy white mounds and the trees dripping snow from their branches. I scraped my windshield, and sat in the truck, waiting for it to warm up while my breath puffed out before me.
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