Chapter 9 The Scent of Cinnamon and Ghostly Cheers

"P-Please don't say things like that, Mr. Mercer," I rasped, dropping my head as fast and as low as I could.

My voice was practically drowned out by my own heart hammering wild against my ribs. The casual ease with which this man tossed out dangerous remarks was enough to suck all the oxygen rig...

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