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Chapter 22

Author: Sienna Vale
last update Last Updated: 2025-11-25 20:22:43

ABIGAIL' POV

I didn’t know how long I stood frozen on the staircase, staring at that woman—my lungs refusing to pull in air, my body locked as if chains held me in place. All I knew was that she terrified me in a way nothing else ever had. My skin prickled, my stomach twisted violently, and a cold sweat broke across my back.

Her head began to turn toward me, slow and graceful… too graceful. I snapped out of the trance and stumbled backward, ready to run—run anywhere, hide anywhere, just not be
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