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The ultimate Truth At the exclusive St. Aurora private college, dark secrets lurk behind the shiny facade of wealth and power. When Sabrina loses her sister Amelia - cruelly murdered and mutilated - she finds herself caught up in a whirlwind of lies, betrayal and deadly intrigue. Together with a handful of allies, she delves into the roots of the decadent party culture and a centuries-old secret organization that controls much more than just the school. While trying to unmask the murderer, she discovers a truth that challenges everything she's ever known. A captivating thriller about power, betrayal and the unstoppable fight for justice - gripping until the last page.

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Title:The ultimate Truth

Author:Mira Hartwig

Biography:

Mira Hartwig was born in Hamburg in 1985 and grew up in a small town on the North Sea. Even as a child she had a passion for stories and wrote her first short stories as a teenager. After graduating from high school, she decided to pursue her creativity in the fields of photography and media design and to work in various creative professions. Her powers of observation and interest in human relationships and psychological depths flowed into her first literary works.

Chapter 1: St. Aurora

St. Aurora Private College was more than just an institution for the elite; it was a refuge for the rich and powerful, a place where decadence was not only tolerated but celebrated. Nestled in a remote valley, surrounded by dense forests and guarded by tall iron gates, it looked like a modern castle - a castle where excess and secrets were the order of the day. The main building, with its neo-Gothic towers and endless hallways, exuded a grim elegance that perfectly suited the students who were building their own twisted empire here. Sabrina stood at the edge of the courtyard with her arms folded and watched the others. They felt out of place, as always. Her simple clothes, her high-waisted hair and her distant look made her invisible in the midst of the glittering world of glitter. Her sister Amelia, who had walked past her a few minutes ago, could not have been any different. Amelia was the epitome of the St. Aurora elite: slim, immaculately made up, wearing a glittering cocktail dress that barely had enough fabric to pass as one. Next to her walked the most confident girls in the school, herGirlfriends who smiled arrogantly and collected the boys' glances like trophies. "You look like a ghost, Sabrina," Amelia had said earlier with a sweet smile. "Maybe you should finally adjust." Or just stay invisible." Sabrina hadn't said anything in response. It was pointless to argue with her sister. They were twins, but Amelia had become further away from her with each passing year, had become part of this world that Sabrina detested.

The evening began with a reception in the large hall. The older students used the occasion to examine new faces and find potential victims for their influence. Laughter, champagne glasses and the soft music of an orchestra filled the room. Sabrina stopped near a pillar while trying to stay in the shadows.

"Do you really want to stand there all evening?" The voice was deep, rough, and came from Damien, one of the few students who hadn't completely assimilated into the elite. He had dark hair that fell into his face and a look that oscillated somewhere between disinterest and cynicism. "Or are you just here to watch the others bring about their own ruin?"

"Maybe both," Sabrina replied dryly, taking a sip of her water. "I don't fit in this world. I'm only here because I have to be."

"Nobody fits in here," Damien said, his gaze wandering to Amelia, who was flirting with one of the older boys. "Some people just pretend." Amelia laughed loudly as a young man pulled her to her waist and whispered something in her ear. Sabrina couldn't read the expression on Amelia's face. Was it fun? Or a hint of fear? Later that evening, the second part of the "reception" began - the real reason everyone was there. The party moved into the school's underground rooms, where the atmosphere went from chic to raw. The room was filled with neon lights dancing on sweaty bodies. The air was heavy with alcohol, cigarette smoke, and a dangerous mix of perfume and desire. Amelia was in the middle of the action. She was dancing with her eyes closed while her friends cheered her on. A boy pulled her towards him, his hands wandered too far, but Amelia seemed either not to notice or to ignore it. Sabrina stayed at the edge, her back against the cold wall, wondering why shethe war even started. "She enjoys it," said Lisa, another outsider who had joined her. "Amelia loves being the center of attention."

“And what if she goes too far at some point?” asked Sabrina, her voice quieter than she wanted.

Lisa shrugged. "That's the game here. You go too far or you become irrelevant."

Sabrina was about to answer when she saw Amelia and the boy disappear into one of the back corners. It was a zone reserved for the "special ones." No one spoke openly about it, but it was known that things happened there that were not only morally questionable, but illegal. "I should go," Sabrina muttered and made her way outside. The cold night air hit her like a wave and cleared her head, but the uneasy feeling remained. They were sure that St. Aurora was hiding more than she knew.

Chapter 2: The First Murder The music blared through the silent forest, the deep bass vibrating through the ground, and the night air was heavy with alcohol, smoke, and sweet sweat. The forbidden party, far from campus, was one of those nights when the students of St. Aurora ignore all the rules. Torches cast flickering light on shadowed faces, and bodies were everywhere - dancing, laughing, drinking.

Sabrina hadn't wanted to come, but Amelia had insisted. "You can't spend your whole life in the shadows," she had said, before putting her hand on her shoulder in a moment of unusual closeness. "Come on, just this once. I'll take care of you." But now Amelia was gone, and Sabrina felt the unease in her stomach turn into a knot. Sabrina stood off to the side, near the tree line, and watched the spectacle before her. Two girls with smeared lipstick staggered past her, while a boy on the edge of the action put a bottle to his lips. Further back in a dim corner she recognized Damien, who was leaning against a tree, smoking and looking at the chaos with a bored look.raised. "Where is Amelia?" she asked as she stepped closer to him.

Damien took a drag on a cigarette and slowly let the smoke out. "I don't know. Somewhere in there," he said, nodding toward the crowd. "She was with that guy earlier... what's his name again?" Gabriel?"

Sabrina scanned the crowd, but her sister was nowhere to be seen. She felt a chill, even though the night was mild. It was a mixture of worry and this intangible feeling that something was wrong. "I'll go look for her," she murmured, ignoring Damien's indifferent look.

She pushed her way through the crowd, the tumbling bodies and lascivious looks. Her heart was beating faster as she reached the end of the party area. Here, in the dark shade of the trees, it was quieter. Only the soft hum of the music penetrated the dense branches. "Amelia?" she called, her voice breaking. No answer.

Their steps became quicker, their breathing shallower, as they combed through the forest. They found empty bottles, crushed cigarettes, and even a pair of shoes lying on the ground.But there is no sign of Amelia.

When she returned to the party, she was out of breath. Damien looked at her as if he had been expecting her. "Nothing?"

Sabrina shook her head. "She's gone. I... I know something happened."

"Calm down," he said with a hint of mockery. "Maybe she ran off with someone. She does that all the time, doesn't she?"

"Not like that." Sabrina shook her head. "Not without saying something. That's not Amelia." The party continued into the early hours of the morning, but Sabrina did not stay. They returned to their room, her thoughts a chaotic spiral of worries and scenarios. She hardly slept and kept waking up, convinced she heard footsteps outside her door.

The next morning, the mood on campus was strange. There was a tense silence in the air, conversations were hushed. As Sabrina entered the courtyard, she noticed the group of students standing around something. Their faces were pale, some seemed to want to vomit. “What’s wrong?” she asked, but no one answered.

She pushed forward and held her breath sharply. A body lay on the marble paved surface. It was Amelia. Her skin was pale, her eyes wide as if she were staring into eternity. But that wasn't the worst part. Her body was mutilated. Symbols were carved deep into her arms and legs, symmetrical and disturbingly precise. Blood had flowed on the stones, forming grotesque patterns. "Amelia!" Sabrina screamed, but two hands held her back. It was Damien, whose face had for once lost all trace of mockery. "No," he said quietly. The screams and murmurs grew louder until finally the headmaster appeared, flanked by two men who were clearly not teachers. They wore dark suits, their faces expressionless. "Everyone go back to your rooms," the headmaster said, his voice hard. "This is a tragic accident and we will resolve the matter. But you must go now."

"An accident?" Sabrina screamed, wriggling out of Damien's grip. "This is no accident! Look at her!"

The director didn't even look at her.Instead, he nodded to the men who began to cordon off the area.

Later that day, news broke that Amelia had died in an "accident." But the students knew better. The symbols, the mutilations - it was no accident. "They're covering it up," Lisa said later that evening as she sat with Sabrina in her room. "Just like the other times."

Sabrina stared at her. "Other times? What do you mean?"

Lisa hesitated, but then she continued. "This isn't the first time something like this has happened. Every year someone disappears or dies mysteriously. But it's always covered up. They want to protect the school's reputation." Sabrina felt her stomach clench. "And nobody does anything?"

Lisa shrugged. "Most people are afraid. Or they don't want to be next."

That night, Sabrina couldn't sleep. They sat at the window, looking out at the silent campus, swearing that she would find out the truth. Someone had done this to Amelia. And that someone was still here.

Chapter 3: Grief and Mistrust The rain pelted incessantly against the large glass windows of the auditorium where Amelia's memorial service was being held. The room was decorated with white lilies, their heavy scent mingling with the oppressive silence of the grounds. The students sat in stiff rows, their faces expressionless, some whispering quietly to one another. Sabrina sat in the front row, her hands clasped together so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

The principal, a man with gray hair and a face as hard as stone, gave a short speech. "Amelia was a valued member of our community," he said in a mechanical voice. "Her loss is a tragic accident that has shocked us all to the core." Sabrina gritted her teeth.An accident.The word burned like poison in her head. It was an obvious lie. Amelia had been murdered, brutally and publicly. Why was the headmaster in such a hurry to cover up the incident? She felt the other students staring at her, some full of pity, others curious, even amused.

After the ceremony, she quickly retreated. The thought of having to speak to someone was unbearable. But as she hurried down the long hallway to her room, Lisa stopped her. "Sabrina!" Lisa stepped in front of her and looked at her intently. "Did you find out anything?

Anything that... seemed strange to you?" “Everything is strange,” Sabrina muttered, trying to get past her.

Lisa grabbed her arm. "You know it wasn't an accident." You have to be careful. There are people here who..." She broke off, her eyes darting nervously around the hallway. "Who don't want anyone to investigate."

"I have to investigate," Sabrina said quietly. Her voice was firm, although her hands were shaking. "That was my sister."

Lisa wanted to say something else, but Damien suddenly appeared behind her. "Leave her alone, Lisa," he said in a tired tone. "Sabrina doesn't need new conspiracy theories, she needs peace."

"And you?" Lisa glared at him. "You act like you know everything, but in reality you do nothing." Typical."

Sabrina left them standing there and continued walking. She had no patience for arguments. In her room, she locked the door, collapsed onto her bed and stared at the ceiling. Images of Amelia flashed through her mind: her laughter, her confident demeanor, the corpse on the cold stone floor, covered in blood and disfigured. “I won’t just stand by and watch,” she whispered into the darkness.

The next morning, the campus was abuzz with rumours flying through the halls as students stood in small groups and whispered. "Did you hear? "It was a ritual."

"They say she had an argument with someone and it escalated."

"Maybe it was a jealous lover."

Sabrina heard every word. The theories were absurd and contradictory, but they increased the mistrust. The students cast suspicious glances at each other, and friendships suddenly seemed fragile.

At noon they met Lisa and Damien in the library. The room quickly emptied, most students avoided it, especially now that the atmosphere on campus was so tense.

"The rumors make everything worse," said Lisa, absentmindedly leafing through a book without actually reading. "It could be anyone."

"That's exactly what they want," said Damien. He sat on the windowsill and looked outside. "They want us to suspect each other. The more chaos, the easier it is for the perpetrator to go into hiding."

"And what do you suggest?" asked Sabrina. She had her arms crossed and was playing at Damien. "That we do nothing?"

He looked at her, his dark eyes flashing. "I'm just saying you should be careful. If someone could kill Amelia, they won't be sad to silence you if you find out too much."

“I’m not afraid,” Sabrina said sharply. Damien shrugged. "But you should." That evening, Sabrina sat alone in her room. In front of her lay a notebook in which she wrote down everything she knew about Amelia: her friends, her habits, the last conversations she had had. It was a chaotic list, but she hoped that it would make sense at some point. Suddenly she heard a soft knock on her door. She froze. It was late, almost midnight, and she wasn't expecting anyone.

“Who’s there?” she called, her voice uncertain. No answer. The knocking was repeated, this time a little louder. Sabrina stood up, her heart racing. She opened the door a crack and saw no one. But there was a folded piece of paper on the floor. They put it up and opened it carefully. There is only one sentence on it, in scrawled writing:“Don’t look too deep, or you’ll be next.” Sabrina felt her blood run cold. She looked down the dark hallway, but it was empty. The warning was clear. But instead of stopping her, it awakened something inside her - a cold, burning anger.

"I'll find you," she whispered as she crumpled the note. "And you'll regret it."