by Jeffrey Snell
Presently, he stirred and opened the door.
"Careful. Please," she whispered. "I love you."
He mustered a small grin. "Me as well, Luv. But wha' else is worth my life, if this is not?"
Hastening to a factory building's corner, he discarded caution. If anyone saw, well, it would end swiftly. Trusting God's protection, he embraced clarity from the Spirit and sprinted west across the dirt road.
Conall scurried behind a ten-foot-high pumphouse and quickly found the loosened cinder block. His calloused fingertips painstakingly worked it outward. Eighteen minutes had drained away since leaving Christine when he finally pulled it free and reached into the dark abcess behind...
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