Chapter Eighty One

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Oh you foolish,

Little child.

You know not what I am planning,

Or what will happen to you,

When eventually,

I cut you loose.

For you will have no one to run to,

For you will have no one to care for you,

For you will be alone,

Just like your father was,

Before I helped him disappear.

Do you know what happened to him,

Little Max?

He ran away,

Far, far away from home...

And no matter what you do,

You'll never find him.


For all you know,

He could've been buried,

Or found dead.



So sleep well,

You foolish child.


You'll need it,

Because I'm coming for you next.







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I hardly do authors notes anymore...I find them kind of frustrating...but here's one because it's IMPORTANT

This book is coming to its end.

Yes, you heard right.

And I'm sorry to say this, but the plan I have set in place is going to make you all hate me...

Tell me your predictions in the comments...don't be a silent reader ;)

God bless you all!

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