title: The Haunting of Dr. Bowen: A Mystery in Lizzie Borden's Fall River
author:  C.A. Verstraete 
description: An alternative-history &amp; supernatural mystery that delves into what could have happened following the Borden murders... Christine (C.A.) Verstraete enjoys writing fiction with a bit of a scare. Her short stories have been published in anthologies and publications including, Descent Into Darkness, Happy Homicides 3, Mystery Weekly, Young Adventurers: Explorers, Heroes and Swashbucklers; Baby Shoes: 100 Stories by 100 Authors; Athena's Daughters, Feast of the Dead: Hors D'Oeuvres; 100 Doors to Madness; and in Timeshares, Steampunk'd, and Hot &amp; Steamy: Tales of Steampunk Romance, DAW Books. She is also the author of a young adult novel, GIRL Z: My Life as a Teenage Zombie, and books on dollhouse miniatures. Whens shes not writing, (when is that?), Christine enjoys creating and collecting miniatures. For news of whats coming up, subscribe to the authors newsletter at her website, www.cverstraete.com and visit her blog, http://girlzombieauthors.blogspot.com.
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  # Diary of the Displaced
  
  
  
  
  
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  # Book 5
  
  
  
  
  
  # Where No River Falls
  
  
  
  
  
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  # Glynn James
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
    
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  :: Record Date 04:07:4787 21:00
  
  
  
  
  
  It’s been two nights since I stepped through the portal, and
  
  
  I’m exhausted. This is the first time in the last forty-eight hours that I’ve
  
  
  managed to find a spot to hide and a chance to sleep.
  
  
  
  
  
  I remember what JH described, when he arrived in Riverfall,
  
  
  but that was not quite what I found when I got here. The bright light of the
  
  
  portal blinded me for a few moments, as did the change to semi-daylight, I
  
  
  guess. No sooner had I stepped through the portal and into the alleyway –
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  thankfully, had remained in the same place – than I had to shove off something
  
  
  that bumped into me and started grasping for me. I pushed it away, unable to
  
  
  see what it was until my eyes re-adjusted, and when I did see what was nearby,
  
  
  I ran, stumbling out int