For as long as I can remember, I have been told to follow three important rules; Always guard my ability Never share my secret And pretend to be normal. However, those three little rules don't make my life easier. I still find dead people and deal with strange visions. Not to mention, an attraction to a boy who doesn't exist. Whenever we cross paths he mists away like smoke on a mirror. He drives me crazy, that Kaff Cooper. As a flock of dead crows fall from the blackened sky, Kaff becomes the only one who can see the truth straight to the dark underbelly of who I actually am. My hands feel the pull to extract the forsaken, the lost, the forgotten. It comes as naturally as breathing and there is no stopping it

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