Tuesday, September 1, 2015

Lies by Christina Benjamin Blog Tour

The Geneva Project – Lies (vol.3)
We slowed our advance, cautiously trying to figure out the subtle difference of the Troian Center and the purpose of the fence that loomed up ahead. We’d always entered through the opening in the courtyard wall. It was never fenced off. It was usually guarded loosely by Grifts, but they were easy enough to slip past or distract. But there didn’t seem to be any Grifts in sight. I squinted, making the black fence come into focus. It wasn’t especially tall or intimidating, but it’s what had given me the perception that the Troian Center had a darker exterior. The black fence seemed to wrap around the entire complex, adding an eerie shadow to the coquina walls. In some places the fence was hard to make out, with trees and hedges blocking our view.

“Who would put a fence around the Troian Center?” I asked.

“I think we need to get a closer look,” Journey said. “Let’s keep going.”

We continued moving forward watchfully, taking in the details of the fence. From this distance we couldn’t tell what it was made of, only that it was shaped into evenly spaced black bars. I shivered as it conjured images of prison cells in my mind. The fence was about eight feet high, with pointed tips that glimmered in the remaining sunbeams that managed to filter through the clouds.


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