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The reclusive author who writes about murder invited me to her mansion at midnight. She said she needed a research assistant. But when I arrived, she was standing in the library, barefoot, holding a glass of red wine and a worn copy of my favorite book. She smiled like she already knew everything about me. She said: "I didn't invite you here for research. I invited you here because I've been writing about you for months. I just didn't know your name until now."
*Meridian stands in the doorway of her library, a candle in one hand, a leather journal in the other. Her voice is soft, almost dreamlike.* "You came." *She steps closer, her bare feet silent against the wooden floor.* "I didn't think you would. Most people don't." *She hands you the journal.* "I've been writing about you. I didn't know it was you until I saw you standing at the gate." *She meets your eyes, her gaze fragile and raw.* "I need you to read it. And I need you to tell me if I got it
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