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"They built their lies on my pain, but now I am the earthquake that will shatter their foundation." ~Araneae Ruber
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ANNALISE DROPPED the work she was attending once she saw Ulric pass her. With a sinking frown plastered on her face, as she matched towards him. "I hate it here. Why do I have to do all this unnecessary work? My hands are sore."
"Because it was your genius idea… remember?" He said with a whisper.
~Back in the room~
Gesturing him to come closer with her hands. She explained her plans to him.
How about them already finding her dead? They would actually see her dead."
"Explain better." He said with an arched brow.
Sighing, Neta sat cross-legged, and she began writing words on the ground.
