Letter 8

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Morgan,
Making you an outcast was what toppled the scale. I had crossed the line. When death found me, he laughed and shook his head, and like many times before he spoke to me without sympathy. I can't remember what his words were, but I imagine they berated me and informed me I had broken my contract. I had broken it so well in fact,...I was given a fitting punishment. I was forced to to become the being you know as karma. The physical incarnation of a moving being. Made to bring fairness to the world...made to balance the scales. Giving people what they deserved....good or bad. I could not pull strings but my force could move you in the right direction.
i now reside in suffering on top a mountain. Forever bound to give everyone what they deserve, while I still believe you were never given yours.
Your loving sister
Kimberly Saint Lucas

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