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REFLECTIONS OF BETRAYAL

WREN'S POV

The air was heavy with an unspoken tension as I sat in the library, the journal open before me. Anneliese’s deciphering had unearthed more questions than answers, but the pieces were beginning to fall into place.

The pendant rested on the table, its soft glow almost hypnotic. As I traced ...