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When Ryne bumps into a strange man only she can see her, life starts to crumble, forcing Ryne to choose between a world that’s labeled her crazy, or a world of nightmares she has spent her life pretending doesn’t exist.
The substance of my life was taken from me. Ripped right from under me, like a Band-Aid from a bleeding wound. The burning ﬂesh is still tender, just like the memory.