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50|Destiny or Sacrifice
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2022-03-23 14:40:32~Elijah~
There was something wrong with Rory. Her anxiety intensifies with each passing hour as this distance she sets between us grows.
Still, I remained as far away as possible from her. I’ve been on the hunt with Henry since we parted ways on Monday morning. Since then, I haven’t heard a word from her.
She’s doing fine. Jace and Nolani will take turns keeping eyes on her to make sure she’s safe, but that doesn’t lessen the concern I have for her well-being.
We’re on our second trip, circling the outskirts of Washington state, looking for clues about this ‘maestro’ those vampires were referring to. We have a few spies, a handful of people we trust, who also know who we truly are. However, light on who this Maestro is has
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