Rand
Carter has just survived a traumatic shooting at a Naval base. He has returned
to his home town of Still Creek, South Carolina, only to find that the old
wounds he tried to escape are still festering there. Taking a job at a local
children's hospital, Rand soon finds himself immersed in a world of ghost
hunters, ancient cults and mysterious deaths. Is the hospital haunted? Who are
the shadowy men following Rand? What secrets await in the North Wing? All will
be answered in Dreams in the Ruined City.
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part of chapter 1 of this novel…
Rand Carter was a stranger to violence.
Although he acted as a gateway into the armed forces for hundreds of military
recruits, none of them ever called him from their wars. Over the eight years of
his career, he waited for an email or a letter. He wanted something from one of
the young, nervous people he had vetted into service. A note about how killing
a stranger can unsettle you or how narrowly avoiding death can make the air
taste sweeter. However, no one shared their experiences and he remained
ignorant.
On a dry, hot day in the summer of
2013; Carter played the same mental game he always did when getting dressed. He
pretended each layer was a kind of armor and that he was gearing up to
participate in an epic battle. His white undershirt was chainmail, his
button-down blue long-sleeve was Kevlar and his suit jacket was sturdy body
armor. It was a silly distraction he had entertained in his mind ever since he
was little. A fantasy meant to make the application of clothes a little more
fun, a little less adult.
The sun caught his wedding ring at just
the proper angle to dazzle him as he pulled out of his garage and the rest of
the drive was spent remembering a sunlit day at Innsmouth Park, years ago.
Entering the Naval base, talk radio played in his car. He wasn’t listening. He
was eating warm macaroni and cheese with a plastic spoon while laughing about a
story Elizabeth was telling.
Pulling into a visitor’s space, several
of the employees waved and smiled at him. He had been conducting background
investigations for the government for the past eight years, but he never
bothered to learn people’s names because there would always be new ones. Rand
waved back and tried to smile in return.
Ushered past the polite but stern base
security, Rand was shown to his usual interview room in the usual nondescript
hallway lined with open doors. He noticed a half-eaten birthday cake sitting in
a break room and secretly hoped that some would be offered before he left...
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