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Death's Devotion

In the sultry depths of Louisiana, Wren, a young mortician, finds herself entangled in a web of mystery and passion that defies the boundaries of reality. Haunted by what she believes to be her own mental illness, Wren's world is forever altered when she encounters a series of enigmatic figures with striking golden eyes—each one seemingly identical yet profoundly different. As Wren's encounters with these mysterious beings intensify, she is drawn deeper into a realm where dreams bleed into reality and the line between sanity and madness blurs. Seduced by the allure of the golden-eyed figure who haunts her every thought, Wren finds herself succumbing to a love that transcends the confines of time and space. But as Wren's feelings for this dark and beguiling presence deepen, she discovers the shocking truth behind the enigmatic figure's identity. Caught between desire and dread, Wren must confront the darkness within herself and the secrets hidden in her mind's shadows. In this spellbinding tale of love, loss, and redemption, Wren must navigate the tangled threads of fate to uncover the truth about the mysterious golden-eyed figure who holds her heart in his hands. Will she find salvation in the arms of her otherworldly lover, or will the revelation of his true nature shatter her fragile illusions forever?

DylanSHill · Fantasie
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48 Chs

Chapter 15

My legs gave out beneath me, a wave of dizziness crashing over me as I stumbled back towards my office, the weight of the file in my hand suddenly feeling heavier than lead. My eyes scanned the words on the page repeatedly, as if trying to make sense of a nightmare that refused to fade: "Jane Doe was found two weeks ago in an alley in the 2400 block of Gilmore St in Monroe, Ouachita Parish. Unable to find any ID and no positive ID on fingerprints or dental records. An anonymous benefactor has paid for the funeral of Jane Doe."

Two weeks? It felt like mere moments ago that I had shared fleeting moments with this woman. The reality hit me like a ton of bricks, threatening to suffocate me with its weight. Just yesterday, I had spent a few precious hours with her. The bile rose in my throat as Mr. Babineau's deep voice echoed from the mortuary, jolting me back to the present.