Chapter 4

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Anthony decided to make a cup of hot chocolate before heading to bed. He put the kettle on. In the mug, he added the cocoa powder with a bit of milk, mixing it into a thick paste. When the water boiled, he slowly poured it until he had a rich, creamy drink. He walked down the main hallway towards the porch and nearly dropped his beverage when he stopped suddenly. On his deacon’s bench the air shimmered and appeared almost translucent. He stood still, listening, but the only sounds were the wind through the trees outside and a far off fog horn. He decided it was his overactive imagination on top of all the activities of the day. He went back to the living room, sipped his hot chocolate, and tried to slow his thoughts. When he was finished, he walked once more down the hallway where everything appeared as it should be. So he turned and went to bed.