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Recommended to be read in dark mode- includes mature themes.
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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?
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