Absurd.

Absurd.

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WARNING! This book delves into pernicious obsession, inexorable control, and a love both ruinous and inescapable. Proceed with caution. ... Burned to embers, lost to time, yet in the grave, your hand holds mine. She is an immutable fixation, a possession seared into the marrow of his existence. Not even the abyss of death can sever the tether that binds her to him. His devotion is inexorable, a force that transcends mortality, warping love into something eldritch and unrelenting. Should the world conspire to wrest her away, he will rend reality asunder to reclaim what is his. For love, in its purest, most ruinous form, does not perish-it festers, it consumes, it owns.
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