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Have you ever seen that girl, or boy, in the corner? Sitting there alone. That was me. Weak, some people thought. Fake, others thought. But every day as they all stare at me, I know that one person did this to me; made me feel fear to just be around people. When they see me crying no one stops , no one helps, do I even have the strength to help myself?! When Lilia Snow's life is turned upside down and she sees a ghost from the past, can Evan help her find herself once more. In a twisted tale of love and betrayal she's whisked into a secret world of government agents... and she has a mission. But Evan's not innocent either... he has a secret, what does he have to hide? ********************************************************** "We are the TFSD, the Training Forces and Social Division. We are part of the government, the CIA to be on point. We’re the part you don’t hear about. The part you don’t see, or hear, or even probably think about. But every agent comes through here, every single one" "But what does this have to do with me?" "Everything" Please give my book a go! Thank- you, Briony T x
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The snow never forgets. That's the first thing they learned when they found her- half-dead, half-shadow, and entirely silent. She wore a scar like a warning. She had no name... or too many. And her eyes? Storm-grey. Unbothered. Unblinking. Unforgiving. They chained her. Whipped her. Tried to break her open like a confession. She smiled instead. They said she was a terrorist. A spy. A ghost. No one knew the truth. But when word spread that he was coming- The Director. The Ghost Hunter. Even the storm outside quieted. Because some stories aren't just secrets. They're scars with a heartbeat. And this one? It started with a girl on her knees... and ends when they both stop breathing.

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