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... down her temple. Beneath the thin white sheet, her chest rose too fast, as if something unseen had gripped her lungs and wouldn’t let go.
There she lay—a woman with soft pink hair—curled on the bed like prey, the morning light quietly spilling across her skin. But inside her mind, a nightmare screamed.
He was killing them again.
Not monsters. Not enemies. People she knew. And this time, she was one of them—waiting for the blade as the man with violet hai ...
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