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Indebted

Amy A. Bartol

Evie hangs her head in sorrow for just a moment when she knows she is truly alone. She feels like she's going to her execution, just as he had said. Then she moves forward again. She hops a fence of fieldstone and crosses a field dotted with Queen Anne's lace. Goose bumps rise on her arms as she passes the cluster of windmills that she's seen in a dream. The scent is sweet in the field though, not the scent of heat, like it had been when it was forced upon her in visions. She gazes down the hill, beyond the small, whitewashed house that she knew would be there. The church looms dark and grim with its rough-hewn, timber façade, capped by tall, oblong spires reaching to the sky. Black, ominous clouds have collected above the roofline, as if Heaven is showing her the way.

Evie hangs her head in sorrow for just a moment when she knows she is truly alone. She feels like she's going to her execution, just as he had said. Then she moves forward again. She hops a fence of fieldstone and crosses a field dotted with Queen Anne's lace. Goose bumps rise on her arms as she passes the cluster of windmills that she's seen in a dream. The scent is sweet in the field though, not the scent of heat, like it had been when it was forced upon her in visions. She gazes down the hill, beyond the small, whitewashed house that she knew would be there. The church looms dark and grim with its rough-hewn, timber façade, capped by tall, oblong spires reaching to the sky. Black, ominous clouds have collected above the roofline, as if Heaven is showing her the way.
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Evie hangs her head in sorrow for just a moment when she knows she is truly alone. She feels like she's going to her execution, just as he had said. Then she moves forward again. She hops a fence of fieldstone and crosses a field dotted with Queen Anne's lace. Goose bumps rise on her arms as she passes the cluster of windmills that she's seen in a dream. The scent is sweet in the field though, not the scent of heat, like it had been when it was forced upon her in visions. She gazes down the hill, beyond the small, whitewashed house that she knew would be there. The church looms dark and grim with its rough-hewn, timber façade, capped by tall, oblong spires reaching to the sky. Black, ominous clouds have collected above the roofline, as if Heaven is showing her the way.

Language:

English

Narrators:

Emily Woo Zeller

Length:

13h 45m


Chapters

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05:00

Chapter 1
Chapter 1

40:42


Chapter 2
Chapter 2

31:29


Chapter 3
Chapter 3

39:03


Chapter 4
Chapter 4

01:36


Chapter 5
Chapter 5

21:57


Chapter 6
Chapter 6

25:48


Chapter 7
Chapter 7

24:24


Chapter 8
Chapter 8

41:19


Chapter 9
Chapter 9

23:35


Chapter 10
Chapter 10

32:18


Chapter 11
Chapter 11

30:31


Chapter 12
Chapter 12

53:46


Chapter 13
Chapter 13

42:35


Chapter 14
Chapter 14

14:20


Chapter 15
Chapter 15

25:38


Chapter 16
Chapter 16

36:30


Chapter 17
Chapter 17

44:28


Chapter 18
Chapter 18

29:05


Chapter 19
Chapter 19

28:53


Chapter 20
Chapter 20

29:35


Chapter 21
Chapter 21

33:36


Chapter 22
Chapter 22

41:05


Chapter 23
Chapter 23

34:16


Chapter 24
Chapter 24

29:02


Chapter 25
Chapter 25

38:39


Chapter 26
Chapter 26

31:15