BEYOND THE RAINDROP (NOVEL)
CHAPTER 1 - JACOB BOLT
The old and battered abandoned motel was located in an undefined point of what everyone now called "Infinite Desert".
It was somewhere along what used to be, a long time ago, the stretch of a very busy road. Now around the desolate building it was all empty and desert.
The sand covered half the asphalt and no kind of plant grew on the side of the road.
The shabby building was a large, horseshoe-shaped building, with more than forty rooms inside.
Perhaps, once, it had been one of the busiest motels in the area, the ones that always had parking lots full of cars and trucks, all the rooms already occupied, and you had to work hard to find a vacant place.
Now it was in total ruin, and rooms could be found free in abundance.
No one else had walked in there for years.
Even the owners had left it, due to lack of work and drinking water, to seek their fortune elsewhere, perhaps in the hope of finding a better place to live.
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