Beneath Of The Smudged Reflection
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She thought a new reflection would help her start fresh - a small thing to hide the bruises no one dared to see. Behind her painted lashes and practiced smiles, she carried the weight of secrets her family refused to speak of.
When her lifeless eyes are found, still lined with the reflection she wore that morning, those who once silenced her must now face the reflection of what they've done.
A girl betrayed. A death in silence. Yet even death couldn't erase her - only move her somewhere fate could find her again.
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