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Chapter Eleven: The Blood Message (4)

Author: Blessingurielle
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-22 21:05:41

Betty stood before the painting, her eyes fixed on the image of herself standing with pack of bears looming behind her. The bears were all of the same specie with the one in all the paintings, majestic, their eyes gleaming in the darkness, growling angrily but what caught her attention was the dead bear, lying on the floor, its lifeless body covered in blood.

She gazed at the painting like reading an encrypted message on the wall. The bears seemed to symbolize something, but what? She felt a sense of unease, as if the painting was trying to convey a message she couldn't quite decipher.

She studied the bears' faces, searching for clues. The other standing bears seemed protective, It was as if they were guarding her, protecting her from something. Their eyes watchful. But the dead bear... it was a different story altogether. The blood seemed to symbolize something deeper than death.

Betty's mind reeled as she tried to connect the dots. With everything that has been going on she was n
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