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A dark power described in Genesis revisits the small mountain town of Taylor Crossing. After witnessing an evil presence in New York City, Rory Callahan comes out West in search of answers, and finds a town succumbing to supernatural forces. Now, an evil prophesy may be fulfilled by the Nephilim.
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The spirit had come from the ancient days after the Great Flood, surviving in this plane, striving for the next. And now it was more than a presence. It had become flesh and blood, its evil intertwined with Ed Miller. It had awareness of this present world. It was within this time and space. And yet it knew of other times and other spaces, ethereal memories woven within the soul of the man. They were one now, and with this body, the spirit could begin to achieve its goal of entering that other space, of being released from its captivity in this realm. Ed stood in the middle of a clearing in the woods, con-trolled by the force that had taken over. He faced toward the sun that shone like a beacon in the blue heavens. It burned intensely, a full orb observing the scene below, while the giant pine trees watched over what was about to occur. A sudden breeze stirred the dry grass at his feet while the rest of the woods stayed eerily still. Ed knelt down and closed his eyes, breathing slowly, will-ing himself into an empty state where only he and the spirit re-sided. Past and present merged. Then the man sat back on his haunches. He was unaware of the moving grass. The smell of pine and dry dirt did not penetrate his near-catatonic state. The remote cry of a frightened animal meant nothing to him. He began to visualize. First an abyss bathed in total black-ness, a cavernous grave. Then water rushing over it like an eter-nal seal. Out of that blackness came a wave of spectral beings, shadows flying in the night. And finally, evil. A malevolence with all the powers of darkness at hand. Ed opened his eyes. He stared into the sky with a vacuous gaze. The air around him turned hot and void of substance, as if the oxygen, carbon dioxide and other elements had been sucked away. It had no smell, other than of death. The noises of the woods grew silent, retreating from the threat of evil that invaded the forest. The man inhaled the dead air. Then he beckoned for the evil to come. Darkness flowed into the sky above him. The sun was blot-ted out behind the menacing shadows. In the small clearing, a whirlwind of fire sprang up from the center of the clearing and surrounded him, whipping about him furiously. Then, just as quickly as it appeared, the maelstrom swirled up into the blue above, a quick flash in time. The air remained stale, and the sounds of the forest were silenced. But the presence of evil lin-gered. And man and spirit knew. They were coming.
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