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... ise?!" I jumped, my pulse increasing as Grandma Sylvie's voice echoed from downstairs.

My eyes darted to the door, then back to the now-glowing book. Panic surged through me.

"Noah, I'm coming!"

.

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"...Fuck!!" I muttered under my breath, my mind racing. That was Grandma Sylvie. And judging by the sharpness of her tone, she was in no mood for nonsense.

Panic overcame me immediately. I glanced down at myself.

My hands were crusted with dried ...

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