It started as a faint dark spot, barely noticeable against her pale skin. Eleanor Mason was used to the odd blemish here and there - little moles, scars, the occasional bruise from a clumsy fall. She wasn't particularly worried when she first saw it, just a tiny, irregular speck near her wrist, like a shadow that refused to fade. She brushed it off, attributing it to a mosquito bite or some irri ...
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