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Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Epilogue
I had always known that I was different. Not the “I have a third eye or an eleventh toe” different but, well…unique. I guess you could say that I never really fit in with other kids my age. By the time I was two, I was reading. Not ordinary picture books, but full-fledged newspaper articles. When I was five my mother bought me my first novel, Little Women, by Louisa May Alcott, and from then on I was hooked. I read everything I could get my hands on, including a full set of the Encyclopedia Britannica that Mom had bought from a travelling salesman whose main purpose was to fleece innocent housewives.
My mother always seemed to want to encourage my abilities, but at the same time she never thought that I should advance beyond my age. Perhaps that’s why she let me progress like a normal child through school, even though she knew that the content I was being taught was well below my true abilities. In spite of this, my extraordinary academic prowess managed to propel me through high school and I ended up skipping grades ten and eleven. I graduated first in my class with an A+ average and was valedictorian at my high school graduation. I accepted a scholarship from New York University, where I majored in anthropology. After my second year of undergraduate studies I was granted early acceptance into graduate school at Yale, and planned to develop my thesis around urban mythology and legends. Then I decided to defer my acceptance.
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“Hey, Chelsea, sorry to bother you, but my machine seems to be acting up…yeah, okay, thanks.”
Josh hung up the phone, looked at me sympathetically, and said, “Sorry, miss, but you’ll need to wait for about five minutes.”
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