Between the Lines of Reality
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💭 What if your memories weren't yours? What if reality was a trap?
Elisa thought she was just a student, chasing grades, proving she was worth something. Until the cracks appeared.
A teacher with eyes too sharp. A notebook filled with things she shouldn't know. A friend who disappears like he never existed. And a world that rewrites itself every time she blinks.
Something is watching. Waiting. Hunting.
She has one choice-keep pretending, or ask the question that will change everything.
Because once she does... there's no going back.
🖤 Reality is a lie. And she's about to tear it apart.
🔥 For fans of dark academia, psychological thrillers, and reality-bending mysteries.
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