Chapter 8
“You’re sure about this?” The boatman’s ghostly garble came from deep within the dark and tattered robe.
“Yes.” Angela announced her fingers shook as she hand the boatman the sack of money. Stepping into the boat , she grew nervous as it tipped to one side before righting itself. She scowled as the boatman’s ghostly laughter erupted. Reaching down on the dock, she reached for her bag. “That stays behind.” The hollow v...
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