Ivy Ireland Swallowed

Miller stared. "Ivy?"

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She stood up. Her feet no longer touched the ground; she hovered an inch above the pavement, held aloft by her own impossible gravity. She opened her mouth wide. ivy ireland swallowed

The fog that clung to the village of Oakhaven was not made of water. It was a heavy, grey blanket that smelled of old books and ozone, and for twenty years, it had hidden the sun.

The air rushed in to fill the space where she had been. There was a soft pop , the sound of a bubble bursting in reverse. Miller stared

She saw the Old Bell Tower, the heart of Oakhaven. It chimed the hour, a deep, resonant bong that vibrated through the earth.

Ivy stopped. The suction faltered. The little girl looked like Ivy had, twenty years ago—small, quiet, drowning in a grey world. Her feet no longer touched the ground; she

She looked at the little girl and smiled. It was a strained, painful smile, but it was real.