Twice Born

Twice Born

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Grief can open doors the living were never meant to find. After losing her brother, Elowen Anderson thought the worst was behind her. But grief doesn't rest, it lingers, it listens. There's a threat. It's patient, and it has it's set on a target...Her Visions bleed into reality. Memories that aren't hers claw their way into her mind. A forgotten man-Dionys Kaltheris, a soul twisted by betrayal and agony-reaches for her through the cracks of time. Yet the more she learns of his pain, the harder it becomes to tell who the true monster is, the hollow spirit that haunts her, or the world that made him. As the veil between the living and the dead begins to tear, Elowen discovers that the restless are not alone. Spirits roam the earth-some lost, others consumed by vengeance-and from beneath them rise the Demons of the Underworld, the architects of suffering who keep souls chained to despair. Drawn into a war she never chose, Elowen must decide whether to fight for the living, to save herself and her loved ones-or to understand the dead. Her path will cross fear, grief, a soulless spirit that has his eyes on her, her brother reaching out from the afterlife itself, memories that aren't hers, spirit exorcists, fractured loyalties, and truths too heavy to bear. And when the time comes, she'll learn that some salvation demands sacrifice.
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They told me the house was empty. That the boy I was supposed to care for wasn't real. Just a doll. Just a job. But then I heard things. Felt things. The whispers in the walls, the way the air shifted like someone was always watching me. I should be scared. I should leave. But there's something about him-something that keeps pulling me back. Maybe it's the loneliness in his voice. Or the way he lingers in the shadows, waiting for me to see him. All I know is... I don't think I want to run anymore.

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