http://slow.writerscafe.org/FIGHTFIRE93 The original writings of author Alyssa en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776195792 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15  CHAPTER FIFTEEN: ENCOUNTER                         The season and weather weren’t the only things changing. As the leaves started falling and the air got chil.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FIGHTFIRE93/443234/  CHAPTER FOURTEEN: AGAINST MYSELF             This place was beautiful; serene and elegant in its tone and sterility. The upper half of this circular room was snowy white, blank and submissive, and the lower half that seemed .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FIGHTFIRE93/439277/  CHAPTER THIRTEEN: A UNASSIGNED MISSION             Sleep didn’t insure time, waking up in the backseat of the same dark interior sedan with the taste of dirt in my mouth and a harangue of throbbing on the back of my he.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FIGHTFIRE93/439096/  CHAPTER TWELVE: THE HOST                I can do this. 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