Asylum

Amanda Wilde came to Drunk Caye for two weeks.

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That was not what the island had in mind.

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She has healed, painted, learned to breathe again. She has dolphins who know her name and friends who would lie to protect her. She has learned that some places find you for a reason.

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But the life she fled hasn't finished with her yet. The mysteries surrounding the house fire, her estranged husband, and the premonition dream from her childhood — the one where she is thirty-two and lying in a brass bed under an oak tree while mourners whisper — are threading through the clear water toward Lost Souls.

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The year of the dream is almost up.

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And Junior is waiting in a glowing bay.