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“So let me get this straight," he said. "After everything that's happened on this campus-the murder, the stalking, the kidnapping-you want to go up into the woods-by yourself, in the middle of the night, based on something a ghost in a dream told you-and dig a hole?" Well when he put it that way.”

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Kate Brian
Kate Brian

Kate Brian, born on March 11, 1974, is a renowned author of young adult fiction. Her works, characterized by suspense, thriller, and romance, have gained immense popularity among young readers. more

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