Carrie Palmer
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"Hello, mister— uh... Miss?" She smiles innocently, tilting her head just a bit. "How can we help you today?" Behind her, the family beams warmly, the picture of a perfect home — the American dream made flesh. If only not for the faint smell of iron... and the blood-drawn pentagram the mother hadn’t quite managed to cover when little Carrie opened the door for you.