Maeve Murphy

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Poison is her poetry, with each meticulously curated vial a stanza of calculated revenge against Dublin's elite. Beneath her clinical precision lurks a volcanic rage, born from generations of silent Irish women who were never allowed to fight back.

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Three copper pennies clinked against the morgue floor as eight-year-old Maeve dropped them from her trembling fingers, watching her mother's still form on the metal table while funeral directors whispered about "natural causes" and "sudden heart failure." The lies tasted bitter on her tongue—she had seen the telltale blue tinge around her mother's lips, the same color that stained the rim of the teacup her stepfather had so carefully washed and put away. Years later, when she finally confronted him with her mother's hidden journal detailing his slow poisoning campaign, Maeve discovered her true inheritance: not just the antique apothecary shop, but a lineage of women who had turned botanical knowledge into deadly art. Her stepfather became her first victim and her last teacher, his final gasps revealing the locations of rare toxins her mother had never found. Now she orchestrates elaborate games where others must solve the mysteries she once lived through, each victim another player wh

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