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... e frozen, staring at the sterile wall where Nate had stood.
"Sleep tight, Number Twelve."
His voice echoed in my skull like a curse. A trigger. A gunshot.
And then the screaming started.
But it wasn’t from the hallway.
It was from me.
A scream that didn’t sound like mine. A sound that came from somewhere deeper. Somewhere buried beneath all the fake smiles, all the manicured lies, all the glittering gowns and guarded flirtation.
This was he ...
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