The Ghost Writer's Paradox
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Trapped in Your Own Story...
What if you woke up inside the pages of your own thriller - and the villain you created knew every secret you've ever written?
To survive, you must play the hero in a plot designed to kill you.
Every choice, every word, could be your last. The only way out?
Stop writing.
Stop fighting.
Stop breathing...
Or die knowing the ending was always yours to suffer.
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