I’m not even publishing all the rewrites. 😂 I thought this one was okay, what do you think?
“You have, as you know, skills that are rare. Yet, you have chosen to remain silent about these skills, even going so far as to obscure them. Few do this.”
Honey Savannah reads this line, which arrived by sleight-of-hand.
She tallies up her rare skills, and wonders how she can justify trusting the letter-writer. Because she would like to set off on the mission he describes.
Rare skills: synesthesia about voices. She hears them all in full color. And there’s her ability to change her own voice, with the texture equivalent of perfect pitch. She gigs as an audiobook narrator.
There is her pseudonym, and the hidden work, running a conspiracy tracking website.
And there are the subtle perceptions. Lies smell like sulphur. Auras gleam, and demons and angels sometimes appear with sideways glances.
Honey must find out what this mission is about. Four days later, she has a new ID, a new gold credit card, and a new alliance with The Magician. She is staying at an inn outside Savannah, notorious for its clientele.
And the apocalyptic moment opens up. The world precipice. She watches it happen.
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