Through Your Eyes
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Last published Wed, Nov 17, 2021
And then she was gone.
Why was she gone?
Sometimes to uncover the truth you need to see reality through their eyes. Other times, even the eyes of the witnesses, of the victim and of the murderer are misleading.
But trust me, sooner or later, the truth always comes out. So, open your mind and let yourself be guided towards it.
Here is the epigraph for this multi-perspective murder-mystery. Read it, and trespass with me into private territory, travel from mind to mind, see life through everyone's different point of view. By the end, as the pieces of the jigsaw puzzle start to come together, you will be left with questions on subjectivity and the limits of our perception.
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