The Marked ones
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People say it's just a birthmark. Just something I was born with. Then how come nine other people have my "birthmark". The ten of us were invited to a event celebrating our individual and unique attributes. But when we got there, there was no party just a mystery, 3 killers, 2 victims, and 5 days to find out who they are before the victims are killed
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