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Chapter 12: Ghost login

Author: STEPHANIE . I
last update publish date: 2026-06-26 17:03:21

The photo was still open on my screen when morning light crept through the curtains.

I hadn’t slept, every time I closed my eyes I saw it. Someone had been standing in the garden long enough to document everything and build a case.

I stared at the initials again, “D.”

Damien, it has to be him, or is he not the one? I asked myself the question.

The photo had been taken before the power went out, which meant whoever sent it had been outside while I was still in the shower, then probably turned o
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  • Ruined by Mr Voss    Chapter 12: Ghost login

    The photo was still open on my screen when morning light crept through the curtains.I hadn’t slept, every time I closed my eyes I saw it. Someone had been standing in the garden long enough to document everything and build a case.I stared at the initials again, “D.”Damien, it has to be him, or is he not the one? I asked myself the question. The photo had been taken before the power went out, which meant whoever sent it had been outside while I was still in the shower, then probably turned off the light after. The timing made no sense and the more I turned it over, the worse it got.I dressed quickly, in a grey hoodie, shorts, hair pulled into a messy knot, and slipped into the hallway with just my sock on before the house stirred.The estate was different at this hour, the marble floors held the cold of the night and the light came in pale and thin through the tall coastal windows. I padded down toward the kitchen needing coffee more than answers, and nearly walked straight into

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