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Recommended to be read in dark mode- includes mature themes. ─── ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ─── Her heart will always reek the sour taste of regret. Her ears forever permeated by the sound of cicadas every time another vision came- as evanescent as the scent of her childhood home. For as long as that eternal breath fanned in her lungs she would be tormented by the image of death. Family members. Friends. Strangers you'd pass on the street. Some could be saved. A lot couldn't. Like a bystander hovering over a chessboard- she'd persuade what pieces she could. Stop what peril may occur if only they listened. Yet never had she found herself playing the game, not until she glimpsed those argent eyes of his. Angelic, deceptively beautiful. He's a psychopathic murderer and she knows it. The only problem? He hasn't actually killed anyone- not that she knows of, at least. But her visions for the first time actually show her dying- and he's the one holding the blade. Fear sparks sickening interest as William finds familiar terror somewhere it shouldn't be. A forged signature on a piece he knew he hadn't yet to make. The notion itself is enough to drive him crazy. New Harmony- a quaint small town. Who knew it was such a fragile paradise? 𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒 𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐍
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𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄? | 𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒎 𝑨𝒇𝒕𝒐𝒏.
"𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒔 𝒏𝒐 𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒓𝒖𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈..." 𝑯𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒖𝒓𝒈𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒎? 𝑰𝒕 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏𝒕- 𝑾𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒕? 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐊𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐡 𝐨𝐥𝐦 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞. 𝐈𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐨𝐫, 𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐬. 𝐀𝐥𝐬𝐨: 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧, 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭.Complete
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Recommended to be read in dark mode- includes mature themes. ─── ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ─── Her heart will always reek the sour taste of regret. Her ears forever permeated by the sound of cicadas every time another vision came- as evanescent as the scent of her childhood home. For as long as that eternal breath fanned in her lungs she would be tormented by the image of death. Family members. Friends. Strangers you'd pass on the street. Some could be saved. A lot couldn't. Like a bystander hovering over a chessboard- she'd persuade what pieces she could. Stop what peril may occur if only they listened. Yet never had she found herself playing the game, not until she glimpsed those argent eyes of his. Angelic, deceptively beautiful. He's a psychopathic murderer and she knows it. The only problem? He hasn't actually killed anyone- not that she knows of, at least. But her visions for the first time actually show her dying- and he's the one holding the blade. Fear sparks sickening interest as William finds familiar terror somewhere it shouldn't be. A forged signature on a piece he knew he hadn't yet to make. The notion itself is enough to drive him crazy. New Harmony- a quaint small town. Who knew it was such a fragile paradise? 𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒 𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐍
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