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Lyon was drowning in smoke.
Three churches had burned by morning.
By noon, the police had no suspects.
And by nightfall, another letter arrived-this time pinned to the chapel doors with a silver dagger.
I'm not hiding. You're just not looking deep enough.
– D.
Isla stood in front of the burned church, the flames still smoldering behind her.
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