The Glass Scar (V-04)
The silence in the New England estate was heavier than the snow that blanketed the world outside, a white void that mirrored the emptiness of the house. Elena sat in the wheelchair, her left arm a useless weight of scarred tissue and dead nerves, a permanent, jagged reminder of the night the world broke. The kidnapping had been a failure—the ransom wasn't paid, the kidnappers had been...
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