The Broken Mirror
- LECTURES 17
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- Chapitres 4
Susan, consumed by an obsession with symmetry, meticulously aligned her black pigtails. She brushed them relentlessly, seeking that elusive perfection. Her plain clothes ensured no asymmetry, and her pale skin remained unblemished. But her eyes-one blue, one brown-drove her nearly to insanity. She longed to fix them, yet she was too precious to risk it. Susan believed she was better than everyone else, her pursuit of symmetry unyielding. The reason behind this compulsion remained a mystery. Fable, her bulldog, shared her obsession. The bulldog's spots mirrored Susan's need for balance. But little did they know, this fixation would lead to tragedy.
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