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one of nothing but constant death and tragedy that brought me a sick sense of relief for a brief moment, the life I had built for myself after years of fighting. Or finally having my missing piece in my arms. A life of sweet bliss in a suburban home, working a 9-5 and coming home to see everything I would ever need lying on my bed. The choice was inevitable. Her. Always would it be her. "Take him home. Find his wife's number. She can come and pick her up." I quickly ordered without a thought, that same protective instinct rekindling. My gaze shot to my Uncle's, I practically seethed in his direction.

The ground was a blanket of yellow sand, devoid of vegetation, a natural barrier against the threat of wildfires. I confronted Andrew Smith right there on his property, telling him I needed to lease his land. Andrew, a savvy businessman, saw my desperation and hit me with a jaw-dropping price of 1.5 million dollars. I clenched my jaw and accepted. However, I was no pushover. I demanded he get me five massive iron boxes for the burial gifts within a week. I made it clear he had to cover for me if there was any flak for the bonfire I had planned for the funeral.

"No, you can't burn it! I'm telling you the truth; the curse has been plotted for too long. "It can't be lifted. If we mess with it, it will backfire on all of us, and we'll all die!" I plastered a smile on my face. "Since it can't be undone, we can find someone else to take the hit. Write down the name of the person who put you up to this."

A new one. Scrawled in ink. Not just a name. A warning. > Rafael Vairo (Alive. If confirmed, destroy completely.) She didn’t cry. She didn’t shake. She just closed the book. And whispered: > “He doesn’t get to resurrect what I already buried.” Lucien sat across from her. And didn’t argue. Because even he could feel it The air was changing again. And somewhere out there, a ghost had just inhaled its first living breath. LOCATION: SAFEHOUSE – PRIVATE VAULT ROOM

“They dug a giant pit at the base of a mountain… that’s where they’re dumping them. That’s their final resting place—don’t you understand?!” No one buried the dead—not because they didn’t want to. But because there were too many. ***

No voice from above. But he smiled. “She won’t let me stay buried,” he whispered. “Mothers always dig.” ~~~~~~~~~ BOOK OF BLOOD — NEW ENTRY "Some devils you bury. Others you bind. But the one who wears your name in silence—he waits. He learns. And when he returns, you won’t recognize what part of yourself is still yours." — Lorenzo De Rossi

Nothing in this world will ever take me from you. I stared at it, and then I remembered. What are you burning? Just some old things. Things I don’t need anymore. Not old things. Us. The letters I wrote her. The cards. The things she had kept from the beginning. “She burned them,” I said. Marco stepped closer. “Burned what?” “Our things.” My throat tightened. “She wasn’t burning trash. She was burning us.” I got to my feet and started going through everything. Drawers. Cabinets. Shelves. Luggage storage. The dressing table. The desk.

It had extracted what it needed from Peter, just as it had from Elliot and the others before him. “You’ll survive this,” Elliot said, his tone firmer now. “It’s hard, but you’ll come out stronger on the other side.” Peter let out a bitter laugh. “Stronger? After what I just went through? After what this place did to me?” Elliot nodded. “Yes. Because the house forces you to face what you’ve buried. It tears you apart, but it leaves you with the truth. And sometimes… that’s enough to start again.” Peter didn’t respond. His gaze wandered to the door leading to the crypt below, and his face tightened. “What about the others?”

"I guess we shouldn't have come. We just didn't want you to stay angry at us…" James said nothing. He felt that the woman in front of him had become more and more unfamiliar. She no longer resembled the beautiful first love he remembered. Suddenly, Liam shoved James aside and made his way into the house by squeezing past him. Seeing the luxurious living room, he looked around enviously. "This place is amazing! Come in, Mommy!" he called out. After he walked around the room, Liam's eyes were filled with jealousy. "Hmph! So that homewrecker and her bastard daughter got to live in such a nice place!"

She wiped it away mechanically, her words growing faint. "The doctors say it's karma - stage four lung cancer. Three months left." She placed the pendant carefully in my mailbox, then clasped her hands in a wordless plea, looking up at me with desperate hope. "Can I ask you one thing... just one? After I die... could you bury me near you? That's all I want." The scars she'd carved into my soul refused to heal. I couldn't offer the comfort she sought. Understanding flashed in her reddened eyes, now swimming with tears of remorse. She said nothing more.