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A Lost Soul
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A fictional memoir. "The new people had changed my old house a lot. Gone was the feeling of home, of coziness and of comfort, and replaced by it was a feeling of detachment, of sleepless nights and of excessive cleanliness. The little girl that had lived here before I had taken over was foolish; no one could outsmart me anymore, I knew all the tricks in the book, and I used that to my advantage. Twenty years I had been trapped in that godforsaken mirror, but it felt like only yesterday that it happened, and I became a victim to my own foolishness." - A Lost Soul
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