That year, a heavy snowfall blanketed Haddon. Snowflakes drifted through the shipyard's crumbling roof, settling over Timothy's already emaciated body.His lips were purple from the cold, but he stubbornly gripped the amulet between his stiff fingers. Hundreds of notebooks filled with the words, "I'm sorry, Quinn," were scattered around him. His breathing became weaker and weaker. An overdose of sleeping pills, coupled with his failing heart, finally claimed his already fading life."Quinn…" Timothy struggled to open his eyes, which were blurred by the wind and snow, and looked at the corner of the tent.At that moment, his soul finally broke free from his broken body. And finally, he saw me amidst the swirling snow.I was wearing my favorite white dress when I was alive, untouched by a single trace of blood. In my arms, I held a baby whose face I couldn't see, yet who seemed to radiate a warm glow."Quinn! You've finally agreed to see me!" Timothy felt an indescribable joy. He
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