She's Not Me Anymore

She's Not Me Anymore

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At sixteen, Elowyn Vale starts hearing a hum no one else can. Then the mirror blinks first. People forget her. And she wakes up older-seventeen, then eighteen, then twenty. Her memories blur. Her face changes. Someone is living her life. Maybe it's her. Maybe it's not. A haunting descent into madness, identity, and the girl she used to be. Because whoever she is now... She's not Elowyn anymore.
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