The Shadow Returns Home

*Sloane*

"I'm so sorry, Sloane," Dante murmured, the grim finality in his voice cutting through the heavy air of the bar. "We were just too late."

A harsh shudder ripped through my chest. The edges of my vision blurred with fresh tears. I shook my head, my hands gripping the edge of the wooden table so hard my knuckles turned white. *No.* I refused to accept it. Clara Finch couldn't be dead.

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