The Fraying Strings Of A Puppet

They always say that blood is thicker than water.

I say blood is useful only when it can be traded.

Hazel Voss—my daughter, my carefully veiled investment—was supposed to be obedient, docile, silent. A graceful pawn, raised on porcelain expectations and diamond-collared restraint. She was never me...

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