The following text is from my new novel, The Cross’s Key
Voices quarreled, shouted, cried, prayed. It culminated Kyle’s conscious, as he lay face down on the dusty ground. Voices drew near. Kyle slid his eyes open. Dust blew by and caught in his lashes causing hi to blink a few times. He lifted his head, pushed his torso up, and lumbered to his knees. Sitting on his heals, he checked out his surroundings.
The sight before him took his breath away, and he was glad he was on his knees, or he would’ve ended up on them anyway. Although he remained at a distance, the horror before him grabbed his gut. There before him…..
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