Seven Years of Lies

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the smell o

my vitals, her

doctor

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t me like a

ding me to him, t

later, dressed f

uxe

ina," he said, avoiding my eyes. "Yo

the baby. He did

ust

re clear. Seraphi

there,

destroyed. My locket des

ow, a

n, an older woma

e despair

spered, "The fire escape, third

, folded bill into

ker of

ait

side my door went

the window, t

ir was cold

und

Atherton Grand,"

them. I had t

through a ser

glittered.

ere th

miling, a

radiant,

ring a diam

iece, intric

Marcus had

shown me the sketches,

Elara,"

roat, a symbol of my replacem

ut the locket, felt lik

shadows, near

oices. Cl

are clear. Involuntary te

aso

ity. He has the

was going to

sharp, pierced th

am echoed in my head. It w