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Chapters (66)
  1. PREFACE
  2. Full Page Image
  3. ONE
  4. TWO
  5. One week ago
  6. THREE
  7. Present day
  8. FOUR
  9. FIVE
  10. SIX
  11. SEVEN
  12. EIGHT
  13. NINE
  14. TEN
  15. ELEVEN
  16. TWELVE
  17. THIRTEEN
  18. FOURTEEN
  19. FIFTEEN
  20. SIXTEEN
  21. SEVENTEEN
  22. EIGHTEEN
  23. NINETEEN
  24. TWENTY
  25. TWENTY-ONE
  26. TWENTY-TWO
  27. TWENTY-THREE
  28. TWENTY-FOUR
  29. TWENTY-FIVE
  30. TWENTY-SIX
  31. TWENTY-SEVEN
  32. TWENTY-EIGHT
  33. TWENTY-NINE
  34. THIRTY
  35. THIRTY-ONE
  36. THIRTY-TWO
  37. THIRTY-THREE
  38. THIRTY-FOUR
  39. THIRTY-FIVE
  40. THIRTY-SIX
  41. THIRTY-SEVEN
  42. THIRTY-EIGHT
  43. THIRTY-NINE
  44. FORTY
  45. FORTY-ONE
  46. FORTY-TWO
  47. FORTY-THREE
  48. FORTY-FOUR
  49. FORTY-FIVE
  50. FORTY-SIX
  51. FORTY-SEVEN
  52. FORTY-EIGHT
  53. FORTY-NINE
  54. FIFTY
  55. FIFTY-ONE
  56. FIFTY-TWO
  57. FIFTY-THREE
  58. FIFTY-FOUR
  59. FIFTY-FIVE
  60. FIFTY-SIX
  61. FIFTY-SEVEN
  62. FIFTY-EIGHT
  63. FIFTY-NINE
  64. SIXTY
  65. SIXTY-ONE
  66. SIXTY-TWO

I stare at the letter for minutes on end. Who is A.S.L.? How does he or she know about me? The questions swarm inside my mind, making me more confused than ever before. A letter written hundreds of years ago knows so much about me, from the writings on my skin to Nikki and my participation in the Game. How could this happen when I was not even born when this A.S.L. must have written it?

Immediately, my gaze swings around the room as I search for an intruder—someone who could watch me closely enough to know how I'll react to the contents of the letter.

There's no one. I'm all alone. And even if there had been someone around, could they travel back in time to write about it in this letter? Is time travel possible? Who has that power?

The questions are endless. The answers... not so much.

I carefully fold the letter and place it back in the envelope before I stow it safely in my little bag.

If I cannot speak with anyone about this—that is, if I am to take this person's warnings seriously—then the library will be my best friend. Skeptical but curious, I drink the last of my tea before I make my way out of the conservatory. Although I'm weirded out by the letter, I cannot dismiss its contents—not when my actions could negatively impact Nikki.

At the very least, the next few days should tell me if there's any truth to what this letter is saying.

FIFTY-SEVEN

I set the letter down with a sigh after reading it for the hundredth time. Two days later, and I don't know more than I started with. The library didn't yield any new information, being even more cryptic on the subject of time travel. The most I could gather was that it's the job of the Supremes to ensure that the time and space continuum are not meddled with, and from that perspective, time travel is not only frowned upon but also forbidden—just like creatures hopping between realms. Deities might be allowed to do so, but even they are limited by scope and duration.

Just who could this A.S.L. be, and how would they even know about me, someone who would not be born for hundreds, if not thousands of years, since who knows how long the letter had been hidden in that wall before Wyn came across it?

The matter is entirely too strange, made even more so by the fact that it was as if A.S.L. knew all my worries regarding the new discovery that my marks might be demonic in nature and decided to ease my mind with this letter.