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Chapter 2: Uncle Oliver
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... type of silence that makes you hear every damn thing, until the sound of a knife tearing through flesh ripped the air apart.
Her eyes widened. She didn’t breathe. She clung to the wooden frame of the door, trembling, her small nails digging into the wood until it started bleeding.
The first thing she saw was the hand. A woman’s hand. Pale, slender, the nails painted blood red as if mocking what was about to happen. The knife glistened under the dim light, then it came down with a ...
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