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ory, sharp and fin
a gasping shock, and I was b
cursed morning, streamed through the window
Victoria Belmont, the woman I
a lie: she claimed she was never sick, that my family's "Healing Aura" was a sha
s nothing, then left me to
amily: my dad' s hardware store bankrupted
r, a quiet librarian, was my true s
ily's ruin-it was a horror that had followed me even into death. How coul
, I was
hoed from downstairs-"Ethan, dear, Mrs. Be
ded like a death knell for their future.
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