The Final Move; Reborn to Rewrite Destiny

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ripped apart a woman from the soles of her feet to the roots of her scalp. Blood on her tongue gave a taste of iron and she could

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lies in the manner in which they had savored the concept of the merger which revolutionized Callah

ging in her ears, Amanda's

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frozen and turned into a sinister grin. And Amanda wasn't alone. Beside her, gloating triumphantly and sneering was Grace's

t the existence of Amanda posed. The brakes failed. The car overturned along the edg

t the roof, thinking that she had not

tricity. But when she opened her eyes again, she was neither met with shards of glass nor twisted meta

sheets slid to the floor. Everything was as it had been ten years ago: the crooked p

breathlessly to

er skin was smooth and radiant, her auburn hair without a hint of gray; this face wa

ut to say 'This

w of her bones. It seemed somehow, imposs

her. She had reopened the wound that hurt her soul, the helplessness, the soul-crushing l

where the daggers w

as she said softly, "T

the cloudy being of her thoughts. She picked it up, and her bre

life. She'd told him he was too encased in shadows and paranoid to trust. Now th

tion, she answ

wful television signals and this frustrating landscape, trying to survive the end of it all," Alexander

lips, for the first

in motion. The