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This is a work of fiction created solely for entertainment purposes. While some elements of the story are inspired by cultural practices and traditions related to Haitian culture and other sources, this work incorporates numerous fictional and creative elements that should not be taken literally or as an accurate representation of any belief, religion, practice, or specific community. It is not intended to offend, ridicule, or pass judgment on any culture, group, religion, or tradition. Any resemblance to actual people, events, or practices is purely coincidental. I appreciate your understanding and respect for cultural diversity and remind you that this story is intended solely as a fictional narrative.
Amelia Rosales, a fearless anthropologist, travels to the remote community of Montagne des Âmes in Haiti to document its ancestral traditions. What begins as a cultural study quickly turns into a harrowing descent into dark rituals, impossible secrets, and a "selection process" that tests the boundaries of humanity. In a place where the living, the dead, and something else intertwine, Amelia must choose whether to remain an observer or confront a truth that could consume her.
Will she ever forgive them for abandoning her?
Will they ever be able to unveil her secrets?
Where was she for all those years?
This is story of a girl who was abandoned by her brothers when she was seven. Now, after 9 years, her brothers brought her back home. How will she deal with them, simultaneously dealing with the terrors that haunt her every night?
Sneak Peak-
Once we were out, I stopped and turned to face my blood relatives and said, "Okay, now that I am out you don't need to act anymore. Now, you guys can go back to your house and pretend that this never happened. I will go to my house and will make sure that we will not cross each other's path, even by accident."
I was about to turn back when Ezekiel held my elbow, stopping me on my track. I immediately snatched my hand back glaring at him and said,
"Do not ever touch me again." His eyes showed an emotion of hurt that I am sure I read incorrectly because one thing that Kensington brothers are incapable of was getting hurt by any outsider. And that was what I was. An outsider.
Sensing the tension in the atmosphere Aldric took it upon himself to say whatever his brother was about to.
"You are going with us." He spoke.
One thing about Aldric Kensington was that once he has made his mind, there is nothing in this world that can change his decision. This is the very quality of his that made my life a living nightmare, and this is exactly why I hate him more than any of my brothers.
"Let's go Athaliah," Ezekiel said this time.
That name. No one has called me by that name in six years. "My name is Zahra," I corrected and continued, "And I am not going with you."
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