by KHAULA.Q
Three women. One city. A life that looks perfectly ordinary .... if you don't look too closely. Raven Veyra Dusk doesn't talk about the past. Nobody asks anymore. But the past has a way of showing up uninvited ... in familiar faces, in gaps in memory, in the way certain names make her blood run cold without knowing why. Joseph Morrison is one of those names. And somewhere between the life she's built and the person she's becoming, Raven is starting to wonder ...... how much of herself actually belongs to her?
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