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The Last Stitch
註釋Whoever thought that faking your death could be so easy? Emory sure didn't. From the moment she dropped the candle onto the floor and watched the flame ignite, Emory disappeared off the face of the earth. No one was looking for her, no one was wondering about her. She was free...or so she thought. But how free could she be, when a murderer was still running loose? When she had to keep looking over her shoulder? Then again, the fight was never about freedom. It was about justice. Her justice. And she was determined to get it one way or another