Driving down the road today on my way to the gun range, I remembered an unnatural, vivid dream I had a year and a half ago.  Of being in a derelict church slated for demolition.

Of hearing the souls trapped in the walls.

And wham!  I saw — my dream-self was — Hattie Locke.  Sudden — shocked, maybe even terrified — medium.  And there’s so much more.  The amount of detail… stunned me.

I think I’ve got a novel on my hands.

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