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Cruz has refused to take out her thing or even touch anything in the room. I miss her. I laid down on her bed that was covered with a purple duvet inhaling her scent. Everything screamed Talia. As I laid down I caught a glimpse of a black dairy peeking out of her bedside drawer. I pulled it out, it was Talia's sacred book which she never let anyone to read. I let out an evil grin before flipping it open.

A pawn with a notebook is in the wall. "What’s that?" Damien asks. I move so he could see… “Them again?” Damien asks between clenched teeth. I nod. Missy takes the notebook and opens it. “Well mother fucker… This isn’t good…” she says. "What? What did you find?" Damien asks picking up the pawn… "This stupid mother fucker wrote down the addresses of every house his cleaned, the names of people his killed a picture of Damien in here too..." she says angrily. My eyes widen. “What?” I move closer to see. The grey mask Damien wore when he was around eighteen.

He must have seen them all! I made the decision to turn away from him, and started up the stairs. Thankfully, he didn’t follow me, but he said, “I know you don’t want to hear this, Eva, but I like seeing you without that veil.” I clenched my jaw until it hurt and only loosened up when I reached my room. I fought the urge to slam the door, and made sure to lock it. When I looked at my prayer book, I saw that it was wrinkled because I’d held it in my fist in anger. I hurried to the bed to sit down, and smoothed it as best as I could with my fingers.

" Pastor Gabriel and Brooklyn knelt at the altar, then they started praying, asking the Lord to teach Brooklyn how to forgive and to be healed completely. After the prayer, Brooklyn took a deep breath, the tension in her shoulders finally giving way as she wiped the tears from her face. She looked at Pastor Gabriel and whispered, “Thank you, Pastor Gabriel, for a powerful prayer. I will forgive him not because he deserves it, but because I refuse to let his lies define who I am anymore. I will also let go of the anger, even though I still have to fight for my freedom.” Pastor Gabriel smiled and said, “May the good Lord bless you, my child. May He give you strength to face every storm in your

“Not directly. But pieces. Fragments. Truths carved into stone before anyone dared speak them aloud.” “Will you come with me?” Astra hesitated, then shook her head. “I was never meant to go beyond the gate. That’s your path now.” Seraphina exhaled, stepped forward, and placed her marked hand against the lock. It clicked open. The chains slithered down. Inside, the chapel was dust and ruin—but at the center of the room was a pedestal. Upon it: a book. Bound in midnight leather, etched with gold. The title shimmered into view as she approached.

"You mean what we've done, because you're not blaming this on me too, are you?" "This isn't a joke, Iris." Her eyes flashed with frustration, "That book was bound in sacred rites, every single scroll we preserve at the library because they're meant to last through generations. If it tore, it's because you forced it out of my hands instead of just giving it to me like you were supposed to!"

"Someone found this before the ceremony. Or right after." “I don’t mean to make you angry but I heard you say that someone else knows about this. How are you so sure about that?” “Can’t you see that the book has been torn and it was even torn within the last forty eight hours or less. I wonder who’s so powerful that he tore this with a spell, who are the people you know that can perform spells amongst your peers?” He asked as he adjusted his eye.

I said. He slowly pulled the book towards him. Opened the first page. The sound of the paper was like a sigh from the earth. He stared at his grandfathers signature the ink still strong. A single tear fell from his eye tracing a path through the dust on his cheek before disappearing into his beard. He did not wipe it away he let it fall onto the page a start for an era.

"Someone stole my firstborn... and convinced me to spend sixteen years raising the wrong child. I have spent years bleeding for the borders of this territory, believing in the honor of our vanguard, while the truth was being chewed away by moths and traitors." He reached the central shelf and grabbed a massive, iron-bound leather ledger. The book was nearly three feet wide, its spine cracked and peeling from decades of handling. Marcus dragged it from the alcove and slammed it down onto the reading table in the center of the room. The impact sent a shockwave of dust into the air, catching the silver light of Elena's palms and twisting like ghosts in the dark.

He leaned closer to the black book and lowered his glasses so he could read the title. "... I forgive." He knew the title. He knew who wrote it and he could even recall how it felt in his hands with intricate detail. But he needed to make her tell him what he has been told a million times before, so she could feel better and special. The young woman smiled down at the book and stroked its canvas cover. She took a breath in and recalled the countless times this book supported her when her own mind couldn't. A tear formed in her eye, and took a breath again. A breath and tear that occured countless times before. Dr. Luca pulled out his tissue box, and the same tissue was pulled out like others