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The Seven Deaths

The Seven Deaths

Author: Katerine
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Chapter 1 The journey from the end to the beginning

Word Count: 1281    |    Released on: 13/02/2023

the potential to rival even hell. But I shan't begin at the start; inste

though the journey was seldom easy. Countless times

an iron lady, impervious to men and any attempt at meaningful relationships. Though I tried to connect thro

urroundings, especially in the woods, away from the bustling city. It had been almost a decade since I last took a vacation, and I decided to return to my

lso eventually left this world, leaving me alone. I never admitted it, but I feared being alone in the darkness, and that fear ha

extensive, untended yard. According to my grandparents, it was over 500 years old.

eness of the town; there was also a week of unbearable heat. Although Kalligramm was home to nearly 400,000 people, they were not the warmest or most hospitable bunch, but they were all incredibly wea

r, and linguist, just like an ancient warrior. Yet, they c

is Selene, nic

eti

my home since I was gone. I was sure that they wouldn't be up so early but I was wrong, as soon as my car ente

ary, I know, it sounds weird but it's our tradition. Since I was not

es, and her body, even in her 60s was as perfect as teenagers... this was like a mystery for me. My grandfather was a worm m

d only 4 pictures. They were like so happy, holding me and hugging me, but as I have researched we use to l

ation, my birth certificate, and their death certificates, reason for death: An accident, an attack by a stray animal during

the gate of my home has ended.

skeeper of our home, Tomas. Old

. oh... okay..." until I was able to end the sentence he has already ordered me

me and I was so excited and terrified, this weird home, al

of the family" Oh, great, this means that all the

many

pe

ried to escape the attention of t

r grannies have left letters for you,

Tomas, at night

s too" He handed me the letter, gosh, who on

od" I smiled

onies, roses, rainbows... everything was here. This place, this

even hiding th

, now we have prepared the appropria

like I'm living in someon

dges, and tassels. The same fabric dresses the room's furniture. Religious images, playful paintings of women in white and red, a Venetian mirror, a Florentine cabinet with silver and "piet

ows about my vacation spot. Admittingly, I was put on leave for a month and my actions in my previous case went beyond bounds and appeared intimidatory. The

ything so p

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