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True Self: Chapter Seven
For the whole week, all I did was research. I took a week off from work because I didn’t feel like dealing with anything other than this thing on my finger and what it meant for me and the rest of my life.
Nearly everyone I talked to online said the same thing Logan had said. I was screwed.
Stephanie and Claire were my anchors; they kept me sane throughout all of it. They also would sit with me when we went to the library or talk to some person from far away.
I got the same response anytime I showed a picture or went on my web camera. When these so-called specialists saw the ring, they shook their heads or said the usual dumb American, stating we were too young to deal with the occult or the so-called ‘old world.’
“Another dead end,” I said as I slumped back into the couch.
Stephanie and Claire were coming over, and after talking to another person, they said the same thing. I was to be burned with the ring and the box.
Didn’t know how that would work. I felt that the moment I died, this thing would fall off and go to someone else.
I had tried everything to get rid of it. I went out to the middle of nowhere, took it off, put it in the box and buried it, only for it and the box to be on my nightstand when I got home. Burned it, nothing happened. Took…
