EPILOGUE

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Ten Years Later

“Aidan, please stop pulling your sister’s hair,” I plead, my voice strained as I descend the stairs. Aidan, my firstborn, attempts to rip raven locks from his twin sister Aliyah’s scalp.

For nine-year-olds, Aidan’s death glare is already perfected as his black hair falls over his face and emerald...

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