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The Chosen Wyatt

Her hips swayed back and forth like a lazy pendulum and the end of a Newton's cradle. Her hair moved with her, brushing across her back and her shoulders. Her footsteps were soft, unwilling to go faster than what they were, almost completely inaudible.

And I couldn't take my eyes off of her.

Sheila walked a step behind the Countess as if she were the Queen of England herself. She followed her, listening carefully to every word the Countess spoke. It wasn't until the Countess turned to look at me that I realized I hadn't heard a word she had said this whole time.

“What do you think, Wyatt?”

I snapped back to reality. “I'm sorry. I've been taking in, well, everything. This place is like one giant museum after another.”

“Yes,” she said, smiling big. It was the first time I saw her teeth in a full smile. They were brilliantly bright, unscathed by wine, smoke or nicotine. It took my breath away.

“Now, it

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