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Age nineteen

Chapter 4 Twenty third december

Word Count: 1212    |    Released on: 21/12/2022

in every which way, and antique furniture layered with dust sat

eeded to find where it was. Slowly, I placed my hand on the wall, looking for it. I ran my hand through the wall, moving from top to bottom, then adjusting my standing position and searching again. I had spent fifteen minutes doing that when I realized that I was wasting my time. I turned my flashlight on, I had completely fo

ghts on, so I stepped cautiously forward. With every step that I made, the floorboard creaked. It was aged. B

ntered it. I convinced myself that my father didn't know about the room either and that it must be my mother's covenstead. Because I could not believe that my father would keep information as delicate as this from me. But then, I needed to find ou

ps weren't bright enough to read with. Using my left hand to hold my phone, I used my right

I had squatted for a prolonged period. I sat on the old wooden chair, without bothering to clean it. It didn't matter to me, as much as finding out what was going on did. The first page turned,

If all the books turned out empty, then I wasted my time coming down here, because there was no other piece of information in this room. And time was what I didn't have. The second to the last book was equally empty. I sighed in wrath. The last on

y colored pink lips and a pointy nose. I wiped a tear from my eyes. I could only imagine the pain my father had gone through when his wife was feasting on his daughters. It was sad that he was too blind to notice. But this also meant that he knew about the curse, but wouldn't let me know. He was also hiding it from me. I grunted in bitterness. I had so much to say to him, but I saved them for after his tour, which was in a few days time. After I had turned a few more pages that contained the pictures of the second girl, I saw the last of the three girls. She looked a lot like me.but she had my father' brown wavy hair, and she was taller than I was.``At this point, we have concluded that this is nothing but a curse. Sandra, we tried to protect you, but we couldn't. Rest with your sisters, and ple

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