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The Poison Seed

Autor: Oma
last update Data de publicação: 2026-06-28 22:42:59

VLADIMIR'S POV:

I have been waiting for this call for twelve years.

Twelve years of patience. Twelve years of planning. Twelve years of watching from the shadows, waiting for the moment when Kier Thornwell's daughter would be old enough to understand, old enough to act, old enough to do what her father planned for her to do.

And now she has called me. She has taken the bait. The seed that Kier planted in that letter has finally taken root.

I sit in my safe house, the phone pressed to my ear
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    ELARA'S POV: I sit alone in my room. The walls are pink, the same pink they were when I first arrived here twelve years ago. The bed is covered in soft blankets. The bookshelf is full of stories that I have read a hundred times. The window looks out over the garden, over the roses that Lysander planted for Celestine, over the valley that separates our estate from the one next door. This is my room. This has been my room for twelve years. This is the only home I have ever known. But I am not sure it is my home anymore. I have been waiting for this moment for three years. Three years of wondering, of doubting, of trying to figure out who I really am. Three years of pretending that everything is fine, that I am happy, that I belong here. I reach under my mattress and pull out the letter. The paper is worn, creased from being folded and unfolded plenty and a hundred times. The handwriting is shaky, the letters cramped and uneven. It was given to me at the end of the school year, tu

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