Silver Hearts, Crimson Shadows
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I'm back in L.A., starting over at the school where my sister works, trying to forget my past, and fit in. But strange things are happening. Powers I can't explain, secrets I was never meant to uncover. And the truth? It's darker than I ever imagined. This is more than a mystery-it's a reckoning.
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