All the Colors of the Dark — Chapter 236

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Past Greek revival plantations and hardscrabble farms far from anywhere, he kept his face close to the glass window and watched the moonlit confluence as the sleeping town rose like a prosperous afterthought. The Cumberland Plateau lost in the distance to forested ridges over a land that

carried such fractured history.

At a phone booth he made the call.

“I’m sorry,” he said, when he heard her voice.

“You shouldn’t call,” Charlotte said, almost in a whisper though he knew that Saint would be at the station. “Why did you run?”

“I think I found her.”

“She’s real,” she whispered.

“A town called Grace Falls. It’s just like the painting, Charlotte.”

“There’s cops looking for you. It’s on the news. Saint said they’ll—”

“I came to see you. I came to tell you that—”

On the other end he heard the street door.

He heard Saint call out to the girl.

He heard the dial tone.

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