Chapter 14
14 The man stood on the rocky shore of a wide, placid lake. To his left stood a gracefully massive gray apple tree, leaves blooming the faintest shade of green, fruit red and shiny as fresh blood. Looking at the fruit seared the man’s eyes, made him realize that the entire world had been bled of color. When he glanced down at his hands, they were an eerie shade of gray that nearly matched the tree’s bark. There was a mark on his left hand, a dark-lined tattoo of a bird. Staring at the tattoo made something in the man’s chest tighten and flutter at once, but for the life of him he couldn’t work out what it meant. Frowning, the man lifted his hand to shade his gaze against the silver-bright sun on the horizon. In the far distance, he thought he detected a cluster of mountains, but they we
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