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By the time we got home, it was two in the afternoon. We had stopped for lunch at a hot dog vendor somewhere along the way, and Braydie had conv..

Mrs. Forman’s office was still as dismal as ever; even Braydie and Archie’s optimistic Auras were subdued by the overwhelming dreari..

We walked out of the school toward Archie’s thrasher car, and Braydie let go of my hand. It felt strange for us not to be physically conne..

She led Archie and me through the door and down several hallways until we reached a door that had ‘Studio 6’ emblazoned across the w..

I sat up stiffly and stretched. Braydie was sipping a large bottle of water, and she looked about as tired as I felt. She grinned at me and aske..

My heart dropped to my stomach. I liked Archie, but Barrick was my Master. He had to be my Master. I looked at him for help, but he couldn&rsquo..

That night, I dreamed. I was standing on a raised dais in a dark room, faced with a large flaming torch, which only produced enough light for me..

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