Trapped
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Complete Mon, Aug 18, 20258m
The story a writer writes is their escape from reality. What happens when that actually happens and they enter the world they created? A world where you have no control over what happens and everything seems planned. What happens when fiction and reality blend? What happens when you enter an unfinished book where you have no idea or control over what happens next? And the big question, will you be able to get out?
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