No matter how far you run from them, childhood tragedies have a way of catching back up with you.

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something that will draw her back to her home on Simclare Island,

there she'll lead a dangerous rescue mission to the bottom of the Bay of Fundy, home of the world's largest

tides, and something horrific down in the depths.

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Fuel for the fighter, written by PR O'Leary.

We weren't sure what the old stone building was at first.

Two stories tall, gray brick, boarded windows with big red exes painted on them, a cracked parking lot surrounded it like

parched skin. A sandy stretch of dirt and dead scrub grass surrounded that. The whole thing circled by an ancient chain link fence.

The building was in a podunk town in the middle of Iowa. Tony and I never expected to be in Iowa, but circumstances being what they were.

Not good. We had little choice.

Our car, a 16-year-old Ford hatchback, first crapped out a day ago. We could see it coming.

driving it was a chore. It bucked and trembled on the road if you got over 45 and it smelled so much like

burning oil but being in it for more than an hour got you high. When it finally stopped working we pushed it

Tony and I a half mile to the nearest gas station. Glad we found one in an area like

that. It was a lone outpost on an empty road.

One gas pump. A garage big enough for one car, one guy working there. The guy was old and friendly, his face covered

in so much five o'clock shadow that he looked like a poppy seat bagel he was covered in Greece

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