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Silent Symmetry (The Embodied trilogy Book 1)

JB Dutton




  Silent Symmetry

  a paranormal mystery by

  JB Dutton

  Book 1 of the EMBODIED trilogy

 

  Copyright and legal notice

  Copyright 2013 John B. Dutton

  Second edition, 2016

  ISBN: 9780991791804

  Cover design by Alexandra Nereuta

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  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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  What immortal hand or eye,

  Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

  In what distant deeps or skies

  Burnt the fire of thine eyes?

  William Blake – The Tyger

  Contents

  Chapter 0

  Memory #1: There were three in the bed...

  Chapter 1

  Dream #8: I’m floating in space.

  Chapter 2

  Dream #2: I’m being watched...

  Chapter 3

  Dream #10: I discover a sparkling river...

  Chapter 4

  Dream #23: I’m in a crowd of people....

  Chapter 5

  Dream #16: I’m super happy...

  Chapter 6

  Dream #19: I’m in homeroom. It’s morning.

  Chapter 7

  Dream #20: (while in Cilic’s limo)

  Chapter 8

  Dream #42: I’m at a circus show.

  Chapter 9

  Memory #7: I’m on Dad’s shoulders.

  Chapter 10

  Dream #51:The kitchen cupboard is wide open.

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  Chapter 0

  Memory #1: There were three in the bed, and the little one said, “Roll over! Roll over!” So they all rolled over and one fell out...

  The second I walked through the door, I knew something was wrong. Not yet old enough to read, I could tell by the way Mom propped herself against the kitchen wall with the phone dangling loosely in her hand. My stomach turned inside-out.

  “Mrs. Marriner?” said the tinny voice in the phone. “Are you still there?”

  Mom put the receiver slowly back to her ear and groaned, “Uh-huh.” Her eyes were unfocused, her lips trembling.

  “Is there someone who can look after your daughter? You need to come downtown and identify the body.”

  “Uh-huh.”

  Mom’s eyes came back to life and flitted down to look at me with a mixture of sadness, pity and fear. She clenched her lips together and hung up the phone. I walked toward her, wary, wondering. Mom crouched down and pulled me close. “I love you, pumpkin,” she whispered.

  “I love you too, Mommy,” I answered, reassured by the familiar exchange.

  “Listen, I have to go run an errand. I... I’ll drop you off at Maddie’s, okay?”

  Normally the idea of a playdate would have made me jump for joy. But I knew something was wrong.

  “Go pick out a sweater.”

  “Okay.” And off I ran to my room, still shielded from the new reality.