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Chapter 6
C H A P T E R 6 : A U R E V O I R
The truth is rarely pure and never simple.
— Oscar Wilde~
“Who is this?” I grip the phone as though my life depends on it, on the words the man will say next.
The man chuckles. “You have been seeking answers.” There is a momentary pause before he continues, “one bit of advice, my love, if you are not ready for the answers you are about to hear, you better not raise the questions. Au revoir mona mi.”
Just as fast as the call came, it ends, leaving me staring at my phone, confused.
What the hell was that?
My hand shakes uncontrollably. I
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