Owen
sat in his recliner in the soft glow of the lamp, staring at the late night
darkness pressed against the window.
Night had always felt like a physical presence to Owen, and this night
weighed heavier than any he’d known.
He’d been drafted into God’s service
by an angel. As mad as it
seemed, it was the only thing that made sense.
Release
date not determined
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