Turner opened his eyes, sat slowly upright and looked around. He was in a long corridor, a bright light shining from a door at one end.
“Where am I?” he wondered getting to his feet feeling inexplicably compelled to walk towards the light. He could hear singing.
Slowly he walked, reaching the door, and without knocking pushed it open revealing a tall bearded man in a long white robe.
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Sue Vincent is a Yorkshire-born writer and one of the Directors of
The Silent Eye, a modern Mystery School. She writes alone and with
Stuart France, exploring ancient myths, the mysterious landscape of Albion and the inner journey of the soul. Find out more at
France and Vincent. She is owned by a small dog who also blogs.
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