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“Orla!” Lorcan’s scream seemed muffled by the fog as he saw her turn around to look at him with tears streaming down her face. And then she vanished into the thick mist.
What have I done? Lorcan asked himself, not expecting an answer. He stared into the emptiness and felt the vibration of the energy Orla had left behind. A blizzard. It felt like thousands of blades of ice were slashing at his skin.
Was this the end of Orla and him?
The Irish countryside blurred in front of him. This was the riverbank where they had become childhood sweethearts. But it had now become where their relationship ended. “Orla!” he called out again but expected no response as he remembered the vision of her blending into the smoky air of the mysterious river.
Why? Lorcan struggled harder to free himself, b
