THE HOODED GHOST

PARALLEL WORLD THYME'S POV:

Cold marble stung my bare feet as I slipped away from the window. Ratchanee's frantic command echoed in my head—Get to your room! —but this house was a tomb. I was a ghost in search of a grave. I slid across silently, the psychic dust in the air clinging to me like c...

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