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Writing like it's the only way to survive.
My fiction bleeds silence, guilt, and girls who freeze-but don't forget.
I write horror with a heartbeat: slow, raw, rotting beneath the skin.
Full of ghosts-especially the kind we create just to keep breathing.
If you're tired of fake happy endings and want something that hurts just right-
Stay.
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Story by lunavainx
SHE WAKES IN MIRRORS
Camille Auclair never meant to return.
Not to the house that still echoes with her childhood screams.
Not to...