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Irene Black had a normal life until one day everything changed more like everything went quiet. It's the day her house burned down. none of her family's bodies were found and she barely crawled my way out of that burning hell.
The mystery of her family's bodies has been ongoing for eight years now.
She is Irene named after the goddess of peace. And everything she is, certainly far from peace.
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