The Marionette

The Marionette

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A FEATURED STORY The Puppet Master was coming to town, looking for the perfect crowd. Cassandra was his number one fan, willing to do anything to meet the man behind the curtain, the man who could create illusions on stage, who could entrance and mesmerize anyone with his stories. Cassandra's dream finally comes true. She literally bumped into Vladimir, The Puppet Master. That's when everything changes for Cassandra. Her health takes a turn for the worst, her friends mother has a tragic accident, her family splits apart... After realizing Cassandra had made a horrible mistake going to his Penthouse Suite, she searches for answers on why this man keeps entering her dreams, her life, and why she feels as if she's dying. One woman who owns a Voodoo Shop has the answer. Will Cassy find her in time? Or will Vladimir add her to his collection, pulling her strings?
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"It is not forgetting the face of the betrayer, or wiping the slate clean as if it were a silly scratch. The memory is the wound: it stays." The slate is shattered, and Cordelia is standing in the wreckage. She wakes in a new place with a new name and the paralyzing knowledge that her greatest enemy wasn't the monster waiting in the dark, but the trusted hand that held the knife. Her new surroundings are a deceptive calm-a fragile, isolated space where the only threat is the one she brought with her: a profound, toxic inability to trust. She can see the flaws in every lie, the hesitation in every smile. They took more than her freedom; they stole her foundation. Cordelia is a ghost in her own life, moving through an unfamiliar landscape where every gesture of kindness feels like a calculated move. She knows the memory is the wound. What she has yet to decide is whether she will let that memory kill her... or make her a weapon. Update: Every Sunday or maybe🤔 two days a week!

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