Chapter 35 The Ruins of a Legacy

Marcus

The phone nearly slipped from my sweat-slicked hand. The screen showed a video of the Vane-Rossi Center. Smoke was pouring out of the windows where my grandmother’s violin once hung. My heart felt like it was being squeezed by a giant hand.

"Aunt Mia..." I whispered.

Thorne stepped closer ...

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