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... f from clawing its way out of my chest.
Tomorrow was the anniversary of my mother’s death, and the air in the packhouse already felt like a funeral.
But it wasn’t just the memorial that was making my skin crawl.
It was the girl standing in front of me.
I could smell the fever coming off her in waves. It was sweet, like lilies and honey, but laced with a sharp, metallic tang that made my teeth ache.
Her shift was coming.
And In less than three hour ...
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