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Chapter 21
“Neleh was so excited, so we'd approached it, assuming it to be empty but it wasn't. When we got closer, we heard a woman's voice chanting. I remember Neleh saying the voice was familiar so we'd looked through the window and we'd seen that nurse from the hospital. Vivian. She was wearing a long black robe and was reading from a thick heavy book. It wasn't your average book, either. Some kind of spellbook, I'm guessing now,” he said, sighing as he gently threw some more wood onto the fire. “What was she saying, Sammy?” I asked. “None of it made any sense to me. It sounded foreign. Latin, perhaps. We wouldn't have really thought that much about it, but then we saw the photos... all those photos,” he cried. “They were all over the cottage. Photos of Jack, your father. She was clearly obsess
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