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Chapter 7 The Woman Who Vanished

Auteur: Midnight Visitor
Eric did not think of me until a week later.

When he finally returned to the villa and opened the door, he found the house in complete disarray.

The damage had been left behind by the firefighters who broke in to save me.

An uneasy feeling rose in his chest.

He rushed upstairs and found the bedroom empty. The bed was so neatly made that it looked as if I had never slept in it at all.

Then he called me like a madman.

All he heard was the cold, automated message telling him my phone wa
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