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Mary muttered more to herself than to Emma, but she had no idea what exactly she was sorry about. All she knew was that she felt sorry for Emma and wished she could take away her pain. Mary tried playing cards with her, to see if she would be able to wipe away her pain that way but it proved futile, she was to broken to even concentrate and play cards. Mary had another idea, she went to her room and picked up one of those fairy books she always read at night. It was already getting late anyways and almost Emma's bedtime. Making her comfortable on the bed, Mary started to read the book to her while caressing her hand at the same time. It did not take long for her to become calm, her reading t

“But I could be.” That possibility hung over her like a thick cloud, suffocating yet intoxicating. As twilight encroached, the Book responded to the setting sun, its pages turning as if compelled by an unseen force. Autumn sank into the plush reading chair, her breath hitching in her throat as an inked memory unfolded before her eyes. Letters and symbols coalesced into focus, revealing a name blazing in bold, fiery black: **Mara Jordan, First Veilwalker Exiled.**

With Mary as my stеadfast companion, I confront thе futurе with unwavеring confidеncе, rеady to facе whatеvеr advеrsitiеs comе our way. Evеry day, without fail, my inbox is inundatеd with thrеatеning mеssagеs from Ambеr and hеr cohorts, Lana and Elizabеth. Though thеir thrеats havе yеt to matеrializе into physical harm, I mеticulously documеnt еach ominous communication, еnsuring Mary is kеpt informеd. Dеspitе thе pеrsistеncе of thеsе thrеats, my rеsolvе to еliminatе Ambеr, Lana, and Elizabеth rеmains unwavеring. Mary, unwittingly еntanglеd in my plans, is positionеd to sеrvе as thе catalyst for thеir downfall. Thе covеrt еxchangеs bеtwееn Lana and Mary , brimming with dеclarations of affеct

When I wake up, I expect to see my notebook still lying on the bed. The morning light makes it look harmless, but I know what’s inside — every rough, ugly thought I had about Ethan, Clara and myself. I stretch, still groggy, and that’s when I notice Mara sitting on the floor against my bed, my notebook in her hands. “Good morning,” she says softly, still holding up the notebook. “Hope you don’t mind. I read it.”

The letters glowed brighter as I chanted. Mabel stepped back nervously. “I can't wait to remember everything” I smiled. “Trust me, sister. I can't wait too.” A beam of light shot from the book, wrapping around Mabel. She gasped, her body lifting slightly off the ground. The light grew stronger, blinding us for a moment. When it faded, she stood, her form now different. Her hair shimmered like starlight, longer and flowing. Her eyes glowed with silver fire. Her aura was powerful, almost divine.

Mara I found the notebook in November. The original one. From the marriage. It was in a storage box I had shipped from London, one of several I had been unpacking slowly since August. The box was labeled PERSONAL — NON-URGENT in my own handwriting, which meant I had packed it knowing I had come back to it when I was ready. I pulled it out and held it and sat on the bedroom floor of the eastern waterfront building for a long time. The entries were exactly what I'd written them to be. Observations. A catalog. The arc of Luke Anderson, as documented by a woman who'd decided she was managing a transaction and needed it documented.

“Yes?” “This is Mara Ellison from Horizon Literary Agency. I’m reaching out because we’ve come across an anonymous manuscript that’s been circulating in underground literary circles for the past few months. It’s a powerful, raw exploration of emotional neglect in a high-society marriage, the reclamation of identity, and the painful beauty of second chances. The writing is exceptional. We believe it could be a major debut novel.” My heart stuttered. The anonymous novel I had written during the darkest months—pouring my pain, my resilience, and my quiet strength onto the pages late at night when sleep evaded me.

“I don’t. Because without all of it, I wouldn’t have you. I wouldn’t have him. This is our life and I wouldn’t trade it for anything.” She smiled wanly. “Even with ancient monsters hunting our son?” “Even then,” I replied. “We chose this family. We’ll protect it.” A soft knock interrupted us. Marcus stood in the doorway. "Got ourselves a message." I looked at him as he waved a scroll in his hand. This was new. Can't remember the last time I saw a scroll. When the hell did we start getting written messages? "Who's it from?" I asked. Sophie’s POV

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