โ Scribed by Jools Sinclair
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Seventeen-year-old Abby Craig died last year. But after breaking through the ice on a frozen mountain lake and having no vital signs for nearly an hour, she somehow came back to life. But she didn't come back the same. Abby canโt see colors, remember what happened, and her friends all hate her. Oh, and one more thing: she's started having visions. Abby now sees a faceless serial killer...
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