The Girl of the Dust

Thursday, May 1, 2014
By: 
Hannah Forrest

He woke in the middle of the night to the sound of his name. “Caleb, Caleb.” A gentle whisper as though someone was bent over his ear. It nudged him from his dreams but, when he opened his eyes, the room was empty.

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