All the Colors of the Dark — Chapter 179

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The Long Island Expressway.

The heater blew drowsy air, and Saint cracked the window of the rental car and watched the buildup of traffic from the Queens–Midtown Tunnel and out. Through Nassau County and Suffolk the grays greened, and she felt a low knot in her stomach tighten as she met woodland toward

Riverhead.

Patch’s voice spoke through the stereo.

Like it did on every journey she had taken since.

She needed to hear Grace’s voice one last time to make the journey worth it.

“Maybe one day I’ll be the first to see him after the Resurrection. And if I’m chosen, he’ll send me back to the three persons. And they’ll hollow me out. Watch my blood flow over black rock like I never even was.”

Saint threaded her way through small towns and beach communities long since bared for the winter approach, the summer gloss scraped off by bracing winds. She parked a good way from the church and turned her collar up as she strolled a wide lane of skeletal trees and dormant grass that ran to family homes, most already shuttered.

The town was Black Rock.

She stepped back and looked at the sign.

ST. MARY MAGDALENE TRINITY ROAD

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