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"They will rue the day they crossed me; their empire will fall, and I will rise from its ashes." ~Araneae Ruber.
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ARAGON KNEW he was neither crazy, delusional, nor was he losing his mind. But how was he going to explain to his superior about what appended.
It wasn't like he could just regenerate the dead body out of thin air.
He gritted his teeth as he thought about who he knew would be more worried about the situation.
Luella Van–Rensselaer.
He clenched his hands on the handle of his tea cup. He knew she was counting on him to solve the case and report back to her, but for a week or two, he never even sent a letter to her.
Of course, how would he? What was he supposed to say? 'I am sorry my lady, but when we got to the hospital t0 check the body, it just vanished.'
Eve while he said those words, he sound hear how idiotic it sounded to him.
