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Chapter 11, Part 7
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Gabrielle ran her fingertips over the book cover, feeling the worn leather. This is the book that led me to Oakdale, she thought. The book that changed everything. If I hadn’t found this book, well… I wouldn’t be here. I’d probably be dead by now… me and Gran both.

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Several years had passed since she’d given her life over to knowledge. Gabrielle, now twenty, had found employment working at a local lab, under local celebrity Dr. Elizabeth DeSidiro. Elizabeth had been something of a prodigy, showing strong scientific aptitude at a very early age, and she had even been allowed to devote herself to a deity at the age of thirteen, as she was set to graduate at the age of fifteen. Now in her thirties, Elizabeth was the head of one of the most well-known laboratories in the country, and while she spent a great deal of time working on a variety of projects, she spent the most time working on Project Wells, a top secret project that only a tiny number of people knew about. Gabrielle was among these elite few, albeit the lowest on the rung.


In between meals, sleep, and arduous work shifts Gabrielle read almost unceasingly. One afternoon, Gabrielle was sitting in the break room, engrossed in a book on child psychology. She did not hear her employer approaching.

“There you are,” Dr. DeSidiro remarked, peeking over Gabirlle’s shoulder at the book. “I thought you would be here or feeding the lab rats.”

“Sorry,” Gabrielle gasped, shutting the book. “I should have been in the lab a few minutes ago, shouldn’t I?”

“Yes, but at least you have a good excuse,” the doctor replied, nodding toward the book. “I wish I had the time to read for fun.”


“Yeah, but reading isn’t going to pay the bills,” Gabrielle sighed, rising.

The doctor grinned and squeezed Gabrielle’s arm. “Tell you what,” she suggested, “if you do the rest of the shift with no slip-ups, I’ll give you unlimited access to my stash of books while you’re on break.”

Gabrielle considered this offer: a room filled with books that were just waiting to be read. Thousands of books. “Offer accepted,” Gabrielle replied, grinning.


In the following weeks, Gabrielle devoured one book after another. One day, she came across a rather battered leather book. As she flipped through the pages, names and faces jumped out at her. Very familiar names and faces.

Gabrielle stormed into her grandmother’s parlor. “Gran,” she said sternly, “there’s something you haven’t been telling me.”

The old woman looked up at her granddaughter, startled. “Darling, what’s wrong?”

Gabrielle dropped the book onto the sofa and stared into her grandmother’s eyes. “Oakdale,” she intoned.

Gran flinched. “How?” she whispered.

Gabrielle pointed to the book. “It mentioned your name and family in there. Not to mention the names of all those people you told me had died. So why didn’t you stay in Oakdale, rather than moving here?”


“I… had to,” Gran replied slowly, flipping through the pages slowly. She would not or could not meet Gabrielle’s eyes.

“Why did you ‘have to’?”

“I was pregnant and had nowhere else to turn. All of my friends had turned their backs on me for my selfishness. The only person I had left to turn to was--”

“Was the man you married,” Gabrielle interrupted.

Gran nodded silently. “So why don’t you leave him now?” Gabrielle asked.

“I can’t. You know that. He and Azrael will send people after us.”


Gabrielle leaned in close to her grandmother and whispered, “What if I see to it that they don’t come after us?”

“That’s impossible.”

“Not necessarily,” Gabrielle replied. “However, desperate times call for desperate measures.”

Gran stared at her, wide-eyed. “You don’t mean… murder?”

Gabrielle lowered her eyes for a second and replied, “Don’t you want to get back at him for all the times he’s hurt you? All the slaps, bruises, broken bones, and scars?”

Gran sighed and closed her eyes, thinking deeply for several seconds. Finally, she opened her eyes and whispered, in a resigned tone, “Yes. But how are we going to accomplish this?”

“Azrael and your husband will be having dinner together tonight, correct?” Gabrielle responded. Gran nodded, puzzled. Gabrielle grinned a little. “I’d suggest either arsenic or cyanide. The lab has provided me with opportunities to steal enough to get the job done.”

“How will this be done?”

Gabrielle considered this for a few seconds. “Well, we can do this in several ways. I’d suggest we add the poison to whatever they’re eating or drinking. In the case of arsenic, it could easily be blamed on the water supply. In many places, chronic arsenic poisoning occurs when people drink water with high arsenic levels. Several local water sources are known to have moderate to high levels of arsenic in them. However, cyanide has a much faster effect and can be consumed or inhaled.”

“Put the cyanide in their wine.”

Gabrielle nodded. “Fine choice.”


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Gabrielle sighed and ran a finger over the hourglass. We left that night, she thought. No one thought to look for us here, and even if they did… they’d be unable to do anything about it. Dr. DeSidiro was generous enough to allow us to make use of Project Wells as a means of escape.

She sighed and bowed her head. I did what I had to in order to keep Gran safe. I got her to Oakdale and used partially forged paperwork in order to attend college and become a teacher. I hoped to be able to change the world by influencing the young, but… well… kids these days, right? They rarely see what is truly important… until it is too late. I only hope that the kids I work with don’t follow that same fate.

She stared at the hourglass. However, what I said about the arsenic in the water supply… that wasn’t a lie. Countless numbers of people died of cancers caused by it. And it’s only a matter of time before I too fall victim to the same fate. How much poison has accumulated in my system so far? How long before my time runs out?

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