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She realized with a sickening jolt that her entire childhood wasn't a series of memories; it was a series of alibis. She wasn't his daughter; she was his camouflage.

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"He’s a monster, Elara," the lead detective had said, his voice dropping to a sympathetic hum that made her skin crawl. "He didn’t just kill them. He curated them." She realized with a sickening jolt that her

The police found them in the crawlspace beneath the greenhouse. Twelve wooden boxes, each containing a single lock of hair tied with a silk ribbon, and a handwritten note detailing a "perfect day" spent with the victim before their disappearance. Underneath her fingernails, she found a speck of