{"title":"CHAPTER III. THE FERRYMAN","description":"\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eCHAPTER III. \u003c\/strong\u003eTHE FERRYMAN\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003eEveryone else kept moving. Days folded into days for them, forward, forward, the way days are supposed to.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003eI stood still in the current of it. Or maybe I was moving too — just not toward anything. Just drifting, carried by something with no destination, no shore in sight.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003eI called out and heard only the water. My spirit had gone quiet, gone somewhere I couldn't follow, and left me here — not dead, not alive, just crossing.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003eI didn't know yet that a crossing has to end somewhere.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e","products":[],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1079\/9949\/4478\/collections\/BSP_SIGIL_official_9cm_3a0b2fa9-4f71-4cac-8738-8205192e9c16.png?v=1793043072","url":"https:\/\/brokensoulproject.fi\/collections\/chapter-iii.oembed","provider":"BROKENSOUL PROJECT","version":"1.0","type":"link"}