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The uncertainty was driving me insane. My heart raced as I stared at the ceiling, pacing back and forth, waiting for him to come as expected. But in the silence of the cell, I felt a sudden overwhelming sensation of dread as if a thousand icy fingers were clawing at my soul. It was not a fear of the prison itself, nor even my uncertain fate. No, this fear was different. It felt as if I was losing something precious, something vital. It felt like a fabric of reality was unraveling around me, like I was being pulled apart by a force I couldn't just comprehend. I didn't even know what it was. I couldn't tell.

“Anyone would have missed that because it is insignificant, but not you, Haylee.” Liya was right. The book was shoved behind two giant books, and its front cover had been ripped off. I held Jodie with one arm, stretching the other to get the book off the shelf. My eyes squinted as I tried to read the words on the first page. “Cursed in Crimson: The Tale of Ancient Red Wolves,” I read under my breath. Flavia heard me and stepped towards me with about five books in her hands. She etched, “Interesting. That might help us with solving the mystery around Elder Calvin’s death.”

I just want to bury anything related to her. But, while I was finally cleaning my bedroom, which she had occupied for a few months, I discovered a book on my bookshelf that she had asked me to buy previously. As I examined the book, I was surprised; I had never found any of her belongings before when looking for proof; did I simply overlook this one? I took a look at the book and discovered it was a mystery thriller; I chuckled in disbelief when I saw the title, "The Weight Of Lies." Seriously, Sierra? This was the one you chose out of all the books you could have left?

He obviously loved thrillers as most of the books were made up with novels by Ian Fleming, Desmond Bagley, Hammond Innes, Ian Rankin, Michael Robotham and Alistair MacLean. My mobile sounded and I moved out on to the landing. Caller ID: Kimberley. “Hello, darling,” I said into the phone. “I need a drink,” she explained. “Bad morning?” “Ever since that break-in you investigated, Bio-Preparations insist on having an audit every month,” she said breathlessly. “Why have they got to have it on a bloody Saturday?” “You poor thing,” I said soothingly, feeling partially responsible. “So how about the Waggoner’s Rest?” She persisted. “I’ve just arrived back at the quay.”

She felt a connection to history as she did, and it made her feel alive. She also couldn’t help feeling, every time she picked up a book, that it held a riddle, some mystery to be solved—and that thrilled her. For some reason, she had always felt that there was a mystery lingering in her consciousness, something she needed to solve. She didn’t know what. It didn’t make sense, and that bothered her. When she worked on a rare book, at least she could solve clues she couldn’t put her fingers on in real life.

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I never saw that specie as people I could trust, except for my brother of course. I was never the type to let down my guard by falling for a guy. Not again! Not after what happened twelve years ago. Not after I have seen their true color. I would never forget it! I could still remember everything that happened that day vividly to the extent that I could write a book about it if I was told to.

Having Clara as a hollow-eyed ghost of a shell, like she was before she met Celine and Baz, made him worry. To veer her mind from wandering again and potentially slicing off a finger, he asked about Navio. This topic got her started with what happened as soon as she arrived on the scene. ‘Minus the sexy parts,’ she smiled secretly. The FBI visit, the list they had uncovered, and suspicions about her uncle and dad involved in the explosion.

I smiled and brought out a new novel I got from the store the other day and opened the first chapter to read. There are like ten minutes before assembly starts so I can read at least a chapter or two before it starts. ‘Hmm… interesting’ i thought to myself. “Why didn't I know about this book already?” I muttered under my breath and turned to the next page. “Very interesting.” “I know it is,” I turned my head to see Chris put his bag on the desk beside me and sat down on the chair. “Even though I haven't read it, I know it is interesting”

The lady at the cashier recognized me immediately when I came in and gave me a small smile before assisting the next customer lining up in front of her. They were told to pretend that they don't know me and I'm glad that mom told them to because I don't want to grab everyone's attention and curiosity. I just want to shop and be out of the house in peace. I hurriedly went to where the fantasy books are. I've been reading mystery books for the past month and I want to try something different. I don't know why, but I'm really engrossed in reading mystery books especially when I could always figure out who the suspect is before the detective could even tell who it was in the end.