“You’re missing something, but you don’t know what . . .” A bolt of chill shoots through my veins, boring all the way to my marrow. “I—” “Oh . . . my dear.” His face scrunches, hand clutching his chest as a tear slides down his cheek. “Something so . . . special,” he sobs, his words a convulsing ache in my belly. A swift stab to the left side of my chest. “The answer is within you. In the place where you hide everything. I could help you drain the—” “That’s enough,” I snap, thumping the candlestick on the counter. His eyes widen, breath shuddering. For a long moment, he just . . . stares—all
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