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Chapter 0016

Author: Mirah Praise
last update publish date: 2026-04-11 16:01:25

(MALDIE POV)

The morning air felt like lead. Ten years. Ten years since the bridge, the water, and the silence that followed. I sat on the edge of the bed, clutching the locket—the empty, bugged locket—and stared at the wall. My father’s birthday. The anniversary of his death. To the world, it was a tragedy. To me, it was the day the lights went out.

I expected silence. I expected a day of mourning. Instead, I found a circus.

When I walked downstairs, the mansion was buzzing. Caterers were scur
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