cheeks were pale instead of pink. The sign of a child not eating enough. Your Clara witmore. Your cleric more. Her eyes went wide. He saw the fear spike. How does he know my name? How did you? I traced the number. When I got your message, I traced it. I know that sounds. He stopped…..
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Ethan stopped. He saw the sheer terror in Clara’s eyes—the instinctual panic of
