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Chapter 6: The Mark
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InkGoddess NylaHey love, Thank you so much for picking up Maeve's story. Every read, every comment, every moment you spend with Maeve’s journey means the world to me. This story is more than just words—it’s a storm of pain, defiance, mystery, and wild strength. Maeve isn’t flawless. She’s scarred, stubborn, and real. She doesn’t rise because she’s fearless—she rises because she has no other choice. And maybe, in her fight, you’ll find pieces of your own power too. There will be secrets you don’t see coming, truths that hurt, and moments that burn. But behind every cruel twist, there’s heart. And behind every threat, a choice that matters. I’m so grateful to share this story with you. Let’s bleed, hope, and rise together—chapter by chapter. With all my heart, InkGoddess Nyla.
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