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Chapter 3 - THE WIFE’S CONFESSIONI rushed back to the hospital. Mara was sitting up, her eyes wide, staring at the wall.

"Mara, who are they?" I demanded, throwing the file on her bed. "Who are the people in the white coats?"

She flinched. "They aren't doctors, Jonah. They’re hunters. They wait for the mark to appear. When it does, they come to collect."

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"Collect what?"

"The genetic key," she whispered. "My sister didn't die of a disease. She was harvested."

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