Prologue

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Prologue

The clock tower loomed over the cobblestone streets of Lyon, its hands frozen in time, just as Anastasia felt her life had become. The vibrant market square bustled with laughter and chatter, but all she could hear was the deafening silence of loss. In the span of a few heart-wrenching weeks, she had lost her father and sister to a tragic accident, and now, her mother's health hung by a fragile thread.

The scent of death is more prominent than Love, Fear or something near.

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