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The Oracle and The Untamed

Chapter 4 Recurring Dreams

Word Count: 1130    |    Released on: 28/04/2021

it sting. She stared at it as the water cascaded down her body, rinsing the suds and sluicing down the drain. The wound had turned an angry red. She brushed her thumb over it and hissed again. It m

er work clothes - a pair of black trousers and a beige cotton blouse. Tying her damp hair into a bun, she tossed the damp towel in the laundry basket. Looking out of the window, she saw that dawn had just encroached on the sky, so

nd and settled in this town, far away from where she used to live. She sighed and stood up. Trudging to her kitchenette, she started slicing some fruits, the rhythmic sound of cutting taking off her mind from t

arch results popped up in seconds. She scrolled up, clicking on a few articles until the toaster clunked, alerting her

e bell of the bicycle and chirping of birds. She looked down at the now soggy bread. She swallowed the morsel in he

small bathroom mirror and tried to conceal her eye bags with the remnants of a concealer. Taking a deep breath and once

enough to raise eyebrows. She found it strange because the King Corps specialised in making various parts of computers and other gadgets and was a well-known international company. But she

olled up and her eyes caught one snippet of an article: 'Recurring dreams often tell you the future.' Her ears started ringing. Future? What kind of future does her dream entail? The images, the scenarios that momentarily g

s, she manages to close the window. When she lived with her...foster caretakers (she loathed to call them parents) she never got a c

erson who doesn't feel rankled by her closed-off nature. She offered her a small smile and nodded. Hannah logged into the computer while s

s hurt. "You can take a break and eat something, ya know?" Hannah suggested. She hummed in agreement. She hadn't eaten anything since the morning. Maybe a cup of tea

oking directly at her and approaching her slowly, as if he could see her. Who are they? Why did she see that woman when she doesn't even remember meeting her, ever? Taking the cup filled with sloshing hot bev

usely, but when she glanced up, he

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