"You aren't real. This isn't real." I closed my eyelids and pinched the delicate skin on my forearm. "This is just another nightmare." I tried to reason with my mind. "I will wake up, and you will be merely a faint memory, as it always has and always will be." His thumb scorched my skin, tracing the outline of my bottom lip before venturing lower. It felt so real, but it couldn't be. It wasn't. His searing warmth besieged my skin. "Memento mori," rough fingers traced the words tattooed against my collarbone. "Remember you will die," his lips brushed slightly against my ear. "And you did die for me." ... Lenore is an archivist for a museum in the city. A box of strange artifacts turns her reality into shambles as she searches for answers in the past. ... Warning, this book includes mature content and is intended for a mature audience. Read at your own discretion. Copyright © 2024 bacardiandcokeplez All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or used in any manner without written permission from the author.
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