The Silence Of The Broken
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Last published Fri, Apr 16, 2021
"How did I survive? What really happened on May 15th? Why do I have multiple scars?"
"But most importantly, who did this to me and why do the words 'checkmate b-a-b-y' always hunt my dreams?"
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Battling with trauma and amnestic syndrome, Maeve Myers only wanted the pain to stop and to lead a normal life. But her life was far from normal as the devil who caused the scars that her body carried was back on the loose, killing innocent young women that had a clear resemblance to her as a clear message that he had unfinished business and no one was going to stop him.
What happens when Maeve finally remembers and realizes who her tormentor is? Will friendship and true love save her this time? Will she have enough time to even stop him before he kills someone she loves or would she finally accept her fate and stop fighting?
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