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The Mark of the Hasselti

Mary C. Moore



Copyright © 2010 Mary C. Moore

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This is a work of fiction. While, as in all fiction, the literary perceptions and insights are based on experience, all names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.


So, you came to buy your revenge?” asked the woman with the long pale fingernails.

The woman, Mikala, was speaking to her client who sat on the other side of the oak desk. The client’s name was Sophie, and Sophie wasn’t quite sure how a late night conversation with one of her sorority sisters had landed her on the nineteenth floor of a downtown skyscraper in the Law Offices of Tate and Moon.

Mikala watched her client struggle to answer the question and stretched her surgically-stiffened lips across her teeth in a poor attempt at a smile. A low rumble of thunder sounded outside, rattling the long window panes that framed the night city behind the office. A cold draft leaked into the office through the ventilation shaft and fluttered the papers on the desk.

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