Sarah Davis
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Music Recommendation: Milk by Thomas Newman . It was as if there was a sudden time skip when it came to the time of death of Mrs. Adams but she wasn't the only one, it included the maid who had appeared in the dining room with the deserts. As if one skip wasn't enough, he saw how the hand of his watch skipped forward to another turning it to two hours and then moving it to one hour. Lucas flipped the watch close to put it back in his pocket. This never happened and if it did there was only one…
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Barron fumed not too quietly with his complaints going back and forth to see Lucas starting to leave and he then said, "Did you hear her speak something about the shadows?" the butler stopped walking, "Do you know what those shadows mean?" "Arrival of death. I know," Lucas replied to step out of the room leaving Barron confused. The fourth card of the Grim was confused. He didn't understand this reaper, with what he had understood with the short time he had spent with the girl who often liked to…
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The maid named Lydia stepped forward, "Yes, Sir?" she asked Lucas with a look of sweetness as she had changed the expression on her face. "Take the bowl here and place it in the dining room," he ordered for the maid to bow and she picked up the bowl to start to leave the kitchen which was when he noticed the patch like wound behind the maid's neck. He stared at the maid before breaking his gaze to pick up the food that was prepared to follow the maid. There were three more days. Three more days…
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Isabell smiled at his comment, "They got the witches to do the work but the white witch who helped, she built a portal which is a direct access into the storage room. Just because the surrounding has spilled magic doesn't mean it includes the building. The building came first and then came the magic." A loophole, thought Lucas to himself. "Nobody knows about it. I don't think the black witch who was there knew about it either," added Isabell. When Lucas returned back to the mansion, he got back to…
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The candles in the church burned that were lit as a woman continued to light the rest of the candles one after another. Turning to look outside the long windows, Isabell noticed how the sky had turned darker compared to the time of the morning. It looked like it was going to rain again. A land that never stopped raining over and over again. When she turned around she noticed someone standing in the corner of her eyes. Turning her head, she noticed it was Lucas. "What happened?" she asked, noticing…
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The black witch looked left and right to see the man gone. She had heard his footsteps following her. Where did he go? She looked at the passage like a corridor they had walked through. "Searching for me?" Lucas sat on the chair with his legs crossed, looking at the knife he had picked up that belonged to the black witch, "Is this yours?" The witch stared at the man, "Where did you get that from?" and she saw him tap the table, "You aren't a human," the black witch glared with her slit eyes…
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Lucas wasn't sure if it was a good or a bad thing that Belle did back in the town. According to her, she had identified the black witch by her nails. It was one of the easiest ways to know if the person was a human or someone who belonged to the darker side of magic. There was something that gnawed at the back of his mind. Not everyone was able to identify witches. To be able to spot a black witch, it was a rare talent. "If I may ask, Miss," Lucas spoke to Belle, gaining her attention from the tea to…
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Belle had herself tried gardening by using her bare hands when she was young because she found it to be fun with the mud being pulled out and a new plant being planted in a place that would give new flowers. Her hands had never turned out to look like that nor did she ever see any of the servants whose nails had turned that bad. "The racks here are quite taller than the other libraries I have come across," Belle said before saying, "Thank you," when the woman handed her the book, "Do you own this…
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Barron sat outside, in the patio where Belle had placed him to dry after the number of times the vampiress had dipped him in and out of the tub of hot water. Never, never in his life had he been treated like this! The humiliation! If he could, he would have taken this girl's soul away back to the gates and told her what it felt like to dip them in hot fire but the fourth Grim was powerless. Stuck in the stuffed toy because of the reaper who behaved as a butler in this mansion, there was nothing he could do…
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NOTE: Don't forget to vote for the book with your power stones at the end of the chapter. Power stones get generated every day at this hour of the day. . Belle had never heard about it. She grew up without hearing a whisper about it yet it felt like what she was able to experience now had been walking next to her, side by side without her knowledge until now. Somewhere deep down she was worried to close her eyes and let herself slip into sleep. There was no telling if she would be sleeping or walking…
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