Devil of the Mist

“My name is Valeria…,” I said. “Valeria Thorne.”

How strange to say it after all this time. It wasn’t something I felt all that connected to nor had any particular fond memories of. It was simply the only thing I could recall when the orphanage had asked me who I was. Just my name and nothing else. Not even my parents.

“Madeline?” I asked when she still hadn’t spoken.

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