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What!? Marie! Good grief, slipped through her fingers - and only a promise of gold as a booby prize! You're killing me Kate! 🤣

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Same reaction upon reaching the end of this one!!

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Next time I need to make a more successful heroine! haha

Wait and see though…

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The tension you build in this chapter is palpable, especially with lines like, “I could feel the fear rising through my body as the morning began.” Your storytelling is immersive and cinematic, leaving me on edge while offering deep psychological insight.

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Thanks Jon! Very pleased it feels cinematic for you. ☺️

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"The words echoed back to me from an empty altar, empty pews, and an immensity unlike any I had ever felt before." Poor Marie is suddenly so alone again. And the mystery deepens. Lovely writing!

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Thanks Jeffrey!

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Ahhhh, madness, she'll never get the painting! A dagger and gold. That'll do. Also: "psychopomp" Good word!

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She is a frustrating kind of messy spy 😂

I like this word, too, thanks!

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Firstly, what an ending to this one!! So close, yet it slipped out of reach! Argghhhh.

Secondly, what a sentence! "She paused a moment to examine my eyes. ‘So, it is time. Come —,’ and she beckoned me to follow her, like a psychopomp." -- a rare and wonderful sighting of "psychopomp" :D

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Haha love that word! Thanks Nathan.

Only a few instalments left…surely Marie can make something happen!

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Ooo, close now!!

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Oh wow. 🤯 So close!!

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Oh my, oh my, we had it within reach—and then it slipped away. I love it; it means there’s so much more here, beyond this discovery. Awesome chapter, Kate!

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