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    Broken

    By Stefon Mears

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    Darien, a man on the verge of collapse. Not eating. Not sleeping. Not since his wife died. Not since the night of their last fight.

    Darien visits a psychic. A specialist in hauntings. His last hope.

    Darien will do anything to contact his dead wife.

    "Broken", a tale of ghosts and one man's quest to reach beyond death. From Stefon Mears, author of The House on Cedar Street.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherThousand Faces Publishing
    Release dateSep 1, 2017
    ISBN9781386461210
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      The psychic's small waiting room smelled like Darien's grandmother — lavender, with a hint of mothball. Made part of him wonder if she had a tray of gingerbread cookies hiding under one of the countless doilies in assorted colors that seemed to cover every surface .

      Truth was Darien didn't care if she did. Didn't care that the antique loveseat he sat on was as stiff as his back. Didn't care that the coffee table had multicolored pillar candles arrayed according to the "tree

      of

      life

      ."

      Didn't care what the tree of life was, for that matter.

      Darien didn't want to know his future. He wanted to contact

      the

      dead

      .

      So his knee kept bouncing a steady pace, creaking the scuffed wooden floor under the rainbow throw rugs that looked like giant doilies. And tugged at his shirt against the heat, made cloying by the homeopathic humidifier.

      And he waited.

      Fifteen minutes felt like fifteen years, but finally the teenage girl in the simple shirt and slacks — the one who took his money when he came in — swung open the inner door and said, "Madam Louisa will see

      you

      now

      ."

      Darien gave his carbonated stomach a quick rub, took a deep breath and pushed through the doorway.

      A little hallway to his left led to a kitchen where he could see the girl settle back down to schoolwork at

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