Pieces connecting
The revelation made Emma’s stomach twist with both awe and dread. The tattoos weren’t cryptic symbols at all. They were directions, pointing here—to this exact place. Her pulse quickened, the reality of it pressing down. But even with all this proof surrounding her, she sensed the strangest revelation still lay ahead, something she hadn’t yet touched. The house, the coordinates, and Edgar himself were only pieces. The most startling truth had not surfaced yet.
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