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The year was sixteen twenty-nine, and it was early autumn; September had nearly come to a close. The town in question was not large, nor was it smal..
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Seventeen year old Aleda has just moved to a new country and a neighborhood. Her new home is the least of her worries, though, as she must soon come t..
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Mom was waiting. Had she even moved? Sitting there at the table with her tea—always her tea—and listening to the gravelly radio play s..
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Darkness everywhere. She couldn’t find Mom. Where was she? Where was Mom? She could see nothing, only feel the darkness. Feel it seeping into ..
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Talia whistled cheerfully to herself. This townhouse in Elkton wasn’t half bad. Sure, maybe it wasn’t the nicest place. And, yes, she di..
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He could barely keep from smiling at the blonde bundle of energy in front of him. As much as he tried to deny it, he had missed his crazy sister. Go..
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What the—kill it! The hell was that noise? Must… make it stop…Oh, sweet mercy, what time was it? Aleda squinted at her alarm clo..
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A few days later, Aleda was starting to think that maybe she should have just tried out for a role in the stupid musical. She imagined herself und..
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Alejandro did not know why he had agreed to come back to this place. This country had so many bad memories for his Aria. So why had she wanted to co..
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A month passed.
Days blurred together like they always did. Every day the same classes, the same people, the same dull lessons and the same endless..
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