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作者: Thekla Jackiv
last update 最終更新日: 2025-05-04 06:50:30
The bizarre words of the nurse in my mother’s hideaway hit me like a splash of cold water. But I didn’t cry. I didn’t even blink. I slipped into the corridor like a ghost who’d accidentally walked into the room of its own death. My legs carried me away without asking where to go. The corridor stretched ahead like the throat of an ancient beast, greeting me with fragments of faded damask wallpaper and timeworn carpet. It smelt faintly of cold stone, damp, buried secrets, and an expensive scent candle someone had used to mask the foul notes. I sobbed and slipped back into it like a shadow on silk. Frankly, I was scared.

I didn’t dare breathe too loud. My shoes had been left behind the wardrobe in that strange room, and my bare feet were cold and silent, the kind of silent that feels dangerously illegal. The noise of the laundry downstairs buzzed like a lullaby for the unsuspecting. But in the East wing sounds had gloomy meaning. The time here moved slower, denser, in disturbing kind of
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  • The Vision She Hid   83

    The wind came in crooked, like everything else in this family. It picked up the orchard dust and threw it in our faces like an insult that couldn’t be undone. Branches hissed and leaned like they were eavesdropping. Above the treetops, the moon had crawled up just far enough to witness the mess and turn away, ashamed.Big Elky was still on his knees. Split lip. One eye swelling into a bruise the size of a small country. His hands were tied behind his back like he was too dangerous to trust with the open air. The only thing standing tall was his pride.He even knelt the way a king might—stripped of his crown but still wearing the dignity. Blood ran down the side of his jaw, slow and thick.Behind me, Nicos took a single step back, just enough to make the space between us ache. He didn’t like when I got too close to my own thoughts. That’s where his power unraveled. Then Elky’s voice cut through the orchard like a bad memory.“Is that what you always wanted, rabbit?” he said to me. His

  • The Vision She Hid   82

    The orchard looked different after a failed coup. Less like a childhood memory and more like a crime scene waiting for a chalk outline. The light dripped low through the leaves, sticky and blood-colored, as if the sky had a nosebleed. Nicos’s men moved like they’d done this before—quiet boots on crunching dirt, gloved fingers on safeties, eyes sharp but hollow. Men who didn’t come here for fruit, only harvests of a more permanent kind.I stood still and lost in the middle of it. The gun in my hand was heavier than it had ever been, like it had picked up all the weight I never let myself feel. My wrist didn’t tremble, but inside me something was peeling—like old wallpaper hiding the old bullet holes.The flickering light from the half-burnt greenhouse cast shadows that danced like fine liars. It smelled of lemons and cordite. I could hear the low hum of Nicos’s men breathing together like a single animal. They were coordinated, coiled, ready to do some damage.And then came Nicos. My f

  • The Vision She Hid   81

    My world had narrowed down to one olive tree, a broken rib, and a dozen dead men who didn’t know they are dead yet.I was handcuffed again by a grumpy bodyguard who wasn’t invited to eat, my wrists chafing against the steel like a bad marriage, crouched behind a picnic chair that had seen better parties. Somewhere behind the curtain of screams, boots were chewing up the graveled path of the orchard of my childhood. My father’s men were black-gloved, dark-hearted, and late by exactly three beats of my pulse.Someone had dropped their lunch—and their gun—right next to me. I fished through the man’s belt, fingers slick with someone else’s fear, until I found what I was after: a ring of keys, heavy as a bribe and just as cold.I passed them on to Marta. The first key didn’t fit. The second mocked me. The third gave a little twist like it was thinking about it, then didn’t do it. Marta’s hands were trembling like a newbie accountant at a tax audit.Somewhere beyond the olive grove, gunfire

  • The Vision She Hid   80

    The orchard smelled like something biblical—fig trees, burnt sun, and old secrets. Someone had scattered citrus peels along the path, as if this was going to cleanse the place of everything it had seen. It didn’t. You could still smell the history of my family here, and it smelled like gun oil, sweat, and mean, well-dressed men pretending to be civil.They escorted me in like I was Cleopatra minus the carpets and twice the danger beat. My wrists weren’t chained yet, but the atmosphere did the job. Andros placed his guards at every entry point. Each one built like a seriously bad habit. Andros liked symmetry—four men, four rifles, four chances to give you bad nerves. The guy was a theater kid who swapped his props for real bullets.He was smugger than usual, sitting at the head of the table, wearing linen like a dude who wanted to look effortless while staging a nasty coup. The table was rustic in the way big deal criminals liked it—handcrafted by monks or orphans, depending on which l

  • The Vision She Hid   79

    Elky knew something was off. He took me out to the sea for the night out. It was already late when his driver picked me up, and it wasn’t much fun to it, just a safer bed in the middle of the stormy sea. Elky slept alone in his cabin like a guard dog. There was no captain and no crew to slip the knife with written instructions to kill the blind girl. I obeyed him. I was grateful he took me out of that wasp hive. That way I knew he cared. Deeply. Not about me, just about me being alive. The storm had calmed down in the early morning. The sea beneath us was flat as an ironed sheet. We pulled up back to the estate just before dawn, the sky still drunk on stars, and the kind of silence that waits to see who gets in trouble next. The house stood there like a bad memory—wide, generous, cold, and pretending to be asleep. It had the look of a place that had been vacuumed of warmth with a fire hose.Elky stepped off the yacht like a resurrected king. The deckhands snapped to attention. Staff

  • The Vision She Hid   78

    The dressing room was too clean to be safe. Everything was in its place. Only somehow makeup looked like a war paint, ribbons looped just so, the faint scent of rosewater hanging in the air like a lie that wanted to be trusted. I’d danced here before, cried here once, and now I was about to learn how future mafia queens rehearsed their lines.The chip clicked into device with the obedience of a dog that knew who holds the leash. I’d lifted it from the heel of Marta’s old Chanel courts exactly the way she told me never to lift anything: fast, nervous, like I knew all along I wasn’t supposed to have it. But curiosity is a hell of an addiction—stronger than opium, and could be twice as lethal. In my case, anyway. I held my breath and listened.I recognised the voice of Andros, dry as gin without tonic.“Its a perfect drama, man. Just imagine she dies on the balcony, like a black swan. Mid-performance, when everyone is watching. He will list the rest of his marbles, whatever left of them

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