Smoke and shattered mirrors
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My name is Mercicus Love, but often called Merci.
I`ve gone missing since my sixteenth birthday after a terrible accident that led me to forgetting my charmed life and identity. Amnesia, as the official diagnostics put it.
But when i returned to my old life, i soon realize that what happened to me was no accident. I wasn`t supposed to forget;i was supposed to be killed.
Enlisting the help of my alluring bestfriend, Topher Samuels. i have to figure out who tried to kill me before the killer comes back with unfinished business....
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