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A Magical Realism Novel
Prologue: The Day I Fell Into My Own Story
I was nine years old the first time I slipped between the pages of my notebook.
One moment, I was doodling a castle in the margins of math class-the next, I tumbled headfirst into a sky made of swirling ink, landing knees-first in a field of pencil-sketched wildflowers.
A fox with my father's eyes bowed. "Welcome to your world, Creator."
And just like that, I became the god of my own imagination.