Wreathed in Shadow

Wreathed in Shadow

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Fri, Sep 20, 2013
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Fantasy
Elrae's parents died when she was only ten, drawn from life into death without a trace left behind. At 16, it's still a mystery, that is, until her twin and best friend dies in her sleep. And nobody lifts a finger at it. Just some uncommon condition, they tell her. Elrae doesn't think so, especially when she starts receiving dreams in the night, dreams as comforting as they could be spine-chilling. But all too soon, the goodness is drained away, leaving only a plethora of unyielding nightmares every night. And it was only a matter of time before the shadows began to stalk her in the day, too.
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