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The more Ana searched for answers, the more frightened she became. The pale woman wearing a teal nightgown, the same beauty that emerged from the lake night after night, the lady that chanted Ana’s name in the darkness, was nobody’s friend.
But she had seen Ana’s face, knew her name and where to find her. Thea had chosen her.
Ana could run, but when the haunting happened in her dreams as well as in real life, where else could she hide?
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