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A cada santo llega su hora. Alma has spent years perfecting her mask. Sweet, Innocent, Liar. She can fool everyone but me. I never liked the good girls anyways. I hated who she pretended to be. The person that lured my brother in with her innocence, But I've seen her dark side. Seen the void in her eyes the night she stood there covered in his blood. I thought the years I spent in prison would make me forget her, But I thought wrong. She was always meant to be mine.