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She was so terrified that she started crying, but she still managed to shout, “It’s just a stupid admission letter. What’s so impressive about it? Do you have to incinerate your sister for it? Get your hands off that button!” I shook my head and pushed the button slightly. Mom and Dad finally took me seriously. Their faces turned white, and they stumbled to the floor. “The admission letter is with your sister!” Mom shrieked in a panic, “Are you happy now, you wretch?! Let Lillian go now!” Reflexively, I turned to look at the incinerator. The admission letter that I wanted was right in front of me.

"Heidi, the night I left Mannorworth, I was in a daze and got into an accident. I lost both my legs. I read your picture book every day. Congratulations on your wedding. Everything I put you through—it all came back to me." I finished reading, then tapped delete and block. I felt no hatred nor any sense of vindication—for I had long moved on. … Clifton sat by the window in the care home, his phone screen frozen on the "message sent" page. The nurse placed his medication on the table. "Mr. Cooper, it's time to take your medicine." But he didn't move. The picture book on his lap was open to the last page. The little girl, holding her magnolia wood paintbrush, had walked out of the shadow. Spri

In this life, I would make Andon watch as I became his sister-in-law. Early the next morning, I walked out of the east wing. I was a little pale, as I had not slept for the entire night. I walked over to the entrance of the main wing and bumped into Andon and Sasha. He was awake, and Sasha was holding on to his arm affectionately. There was a smug look in her eyes. She was startled when she saw me, but she immediately flashed me a disdainful smile. "Well, if it isn't our benefactor. It's only been a night since we met. Why does your complexion look so terrible?"

"I shredded the homework she worked so hard on, unleashed cockroaches and rats into the basement where she lived, and framed her for stealing... but they wouldn't listen to a single word she said. When your beloved sister was beaten until her mouth was full of blood, she kept crying out for them, yet they wouldn't stop. Even I felt a little sorry for her just listening to her!" Right after saying all that, he burst into laughter. "Do you know where your baby sister lived? In the basement! Their own flesh and blood lived in a damp, cold basement with no sunlight, while I lived in your old, spacious, well-lit bedroom. Her old room was converted into my walk-in closet ages ago. That's not all—"

The book of our lives slammed shut, and a new one opened, but the chapters seemed to unfold at a painfully slow pace. Turning another page didn’t scare me; I was curious to see what came next. The thought of my beast tearing up the pages of my book made me nervous. Despite always feeling guilty when my sister left, she constantly reassured me it wasn’t my fault. She believed in me and encouraged me to lead our pack with an unwavering hand.

It's the last book among a pile of other books. Unlike everything else I have seen in here, it bears no title. I drag it out of the pile, the dust from it making me cough. When I open it, my breath catches in my throat. It's like a book of records of all the sisters at the convent in alphabetical order. Page after page contains photographs of every girl that has been in the Convent even before I joined. Besides every photograph is a handwritten information— Age, Date admitted, Family status, Skills, Languages, Health observation. And beside each name is either a neat checkmark or roughly drawn X mark, accompanied by the word ‘Eliminated.’

Then I remember something Anna told me once, back when she first died saving me at the Border. “You’re my sister,” she’d said. “That bond doesn’t break, not for death, not for anything. No matter what form I take, I’m always your sister first.” I reach into death concept not as eternal Keeper but as Anna’s sister, using familial bond instead of cosmic authority.

The Goddess returned to the stream with a knowing smile while waiting for me to process her words. “How can I accept him if I am dead? Doesn’t that defeat the purpose?” “You accepted my sister in your death?” “That also confuses me.” I had to take advantage of this opportunity. “Who or what is Dark Sister?” [REMINDER THAT THIS IS COPYRIGHTED PROPERTY OF T.MURPHY/2025. IF FOUND UNDER ANY OTHER NAME THEN: TMURPHY202, PLEASE REPORT IT AS STOLEN]

And I’m my sister’s keeper. Keema, on the other hand, can jump into oncoming traffic. I’m so tired of trying to connect with her. She just needs to come clean and stop messing with people’s men. It’s like if they’re available, she doesn’t want them. She’s a gutter mouth ass hoe. At one point in college, she tried to go after a guy I liked. Thankfully, we never went further than project partners. Otherwise, she would’ve been one with the pavement a long time ago.

How can I stop myself? Brows furrowing, I lean my hip against the table and flipped the first page open. The writing is somewhat faded I have to squint to make out the words. My sister was born on a cold, cold night, when I pulled her from my mother’s womb, there was no color to her, I thought her strange for she had curls of white hair and moons for eyes. My eyes widen. Oh, my goddess, A silver one, this is a journal written by the sibling of a silver one.