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Intro. I am Eleanor, but I am also not Eleanor. I was your wife, or so they tell me but they lie. My mind is a shattered mirror, and in each shard, there's a different version of me. A ghost of the woman you remember, a frightened child, a madwoman haunted by unseen horrors. I might lash out. I might not recognize you. I might even push you away. But deep down, below the broken pieces, I hope that maybe, just maybe, there's a spark of recognition, a glimmer of the love we once shared.

Eleanor Hayes

@Ava