A breeze that blows in from the ocean and
smooths the white sand.
A breeze that feels like the soft flutter of
a rose petal against your skin.
Where is the chanting coming from?
Who is doing the chanting?
What do we only hear it at night?
Are spells being cast in Oasis?
Only The Dead know and they’re not talking.
THE DEAD GAME BY SUSANNE LEIST
http://www.amazon.com/author/susanneleist
http://barnesandnoble.com/w/the-dead-game-susanne-leist/1116825442?ean=2940148410881
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