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In Lacey's world soulmates weren't rare - but twelve is unheard of.
Most people are born with a single mark; a word, a symbol, a date burned faintly into their skin. Lacey was born screaming, wrapped in a nurses panic, her arms, legs, ribs and spine laced with twelve glowing threads, each one fading into her skin like they belonged there.
Doctors called it a miracle, but Lacey called it a curse. Lacey grew up learning how to hide her marks by covering them up, with long sleeves.