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"We do not have names. We have traits. Each one of us is identifiable by our beauty, of course, we were designed that way. Perfection was always key. But there is something else, something that instills fear in all of us and yet, it is embedded within us. There is a time for each of us, when you and I face truths that are determined to fracture our spirits. Be lucid in thought, when your time comes, ever step that follows shall be crucial..."
The story chose her,luring her with familiar words. Encased in its lovely, crisp pages are enigmas, coverted between words that she, Zara Valdez must now decode.
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