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He left Caryn�s room and felt his way along the wall of the hallway. The smooth railing under his hand was warm, but its warmth did nothing to sooth his troubled mind. His son and first officer Jace was missing, no one knew where he had gone. Caryn was undoubtedly sitting in her room plotting a way to get back at him for her sister�s death, which would only hinder him more. As well, his past was haunting him. Vivid images of his tortured childhood kept reappearing in his mind, which felt even stranger than usual because of his blindness. Untitled © 2002 Gioanna Rheumer |