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died, her memories were lost in a
fog.
    The panic in the primate’s eyes only
made her own fears multiply. It all made sense now. The operator
was taking her to level three because she was definitely in need of
a miracle. If anyone could figure out what was wrong with her and
fix her, it was the archangel, Raphael.
    The elevator stopped, and
with a ding the
doors slid open.
    On shaky legs, Kara willed herself to
move and stepped off the elevator onto level three.
    The sky above her was a mix of scarlet
and orange, twisting and swirling like giant candy canes. She could
see a thick line of forest, and at the base of a great mountain she
could see the archangel’s chamber.
    And so, with fear weighing her down,
Kara began her journey toward the forest. On her way, she passed
the giant warehouse-like building of the Healing-Xpress, the
one-stop fixer-upper for the angel in need of repair. She knew that
her own curious affliction was something the grand machine couldn’t
fix. She needed Raphael’s help.
    The tall green trees rippled in a
light breeze as she made her way through the forest and came face
to face with the colossal mountain. It rose high above the forest
and was lost in a sea of red clouds.
    She could see the city that was carved
from the mountain’s core. She had met no one yet, and was glad of
it. With every step, her panic increased. She hurried passed the
two giant manlike rock sculptures that stood on either side of the
entrance like sentries and sneaked through the opening into the
city—
    “ What in the souls?” said
a voice.
    Kara froze.
    The oracles and guardian angels in the
street stood with expressions of shock and disbelief on their
faces. Others hurried over to see what the commotion was about
until Kara was surrounded.
    She wanted to disappear.
    An oracle with long wisps of white
hair down his back dropped his dossiers. “How—how is this possible?
What anomaly is this? Who are you?”
    Kara looked down. She
could see the cobblestones through her shoes. She was an
anomaly.
    “ What’s wrong with
her?”
    Kara looked up to see a woman guardian
angel with short, curly red hair pointing at her.
    “ She looks like a ghost. I
can see Jamie’s head right through her.”
    “ Demon!” shouted a man
with dark skin.
    “ She’s a
demon!”
    “ Get away from
her!”
    “ Throw her in
Tartarus!”
    As the crowd of oracles and GAs
increased, so did the whispers and accusations. Kara couldn’t hear
all that was being said, but she heard enough. It was clear from
their faces what they were thinking. Freak. Monster. Mutant.
Demon.
    There was nothing worse than being
singled out in a crowd as a freak. It was the worst feeling, and it
was a feeling she knew all too well. She could see them judging
her, condemning her, but most of all she could sense their
fear.
    The streets were so still she could
hear the trees rustle in the wind in the forest behind her. All at
once the painful memories of being marked by a demon overlord
overwhelmed her like a giant wave.
    But this situation was worse. Her
demon mark had been carefully hidden. But now, every single
creature in Horizon could see that she was transparent. She
couldn’t hide it.
    With her head down, fighting the urge
to cry out, Kara brushed past the crowds of onlookers and ran down
the winding and turning walkways that wound between the buildings.
She needed to find Raphael soon, before the mob did something
stupid and threw her in Tartarus.
    Kara ran as fast as she could. And
when she thought for sure she was lost, she recognized a familiar
stone structure and made for it. She passed two angels who jumped
out of her way and flattened themselves against the walls. Finally,
she pushed open a wooden door and bounded into a large
chamber.
    “ Kara? What’s happened to
you?”
    A beautiful Asian-looking woman,
draped in white linen, looked up from a long wood table. Red
highlights reflected off the jet-black hair that spilled down her
back. The golden