FIND A PATH STRAIGHT TO HEAVEN:
Midnight...the witching hour, a time to
ease one's conscience and look to the next world for answers. Wild tales of a
vortex told by the Native Americans where up was down and large was small,
intrigued the valley settlers. One had only to expect the unexpected and it
would occur. A ball could roll up hill but not down. No one ventured through
the vortex unchanged, simply because the site defied the human mind. Here there
were no limits set and no boundaries defined.
Mysterious tales ran rampant among the
Native Americans. Fantastical stories portrayed visitors from other ages, other
worlds, and even other dimensions passing through time and stopping here for a
moment of rest before continuing their journey. Difficult to comprehend,
impossible to believe unless one met his fate head on at the appropriate hour.
Midnight. When spirits roamed the earth, anything could occur and anyone could
vanish.
Midnight...an hour to be wary of, to
remain at home and hope it passed by without
illusions floating on the stairway, of distinctive flickering in the
candlelight, or a hesitant knock on the door from some invisible apparition. No
one would wander out at this hour or challenge another, unless faced with no
other choice.
Captain James Lawrence had sworn to uphold
the law. Tonight, he might have to venture into the unknown; meet any
challenge. He might stumble upon an innocent unsuspecting traveler, perhaps
encounter a miracle and find a path straight to heaven.
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