From Pawn To Predator
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ost son found by the wealthy Clark famil
d was a "welcome gift," a wave of pure malice hit me
no protection; it was a hungry leech, designed to d
for a body-swapping ritual, trading my soul for
houghts projected into my mind, unt
claimed to be my family, p
their eyes, I knew precisely what I had to do: I would play their