The Woman Who Remembered Lives That Were Never Hers
Part 1
I need to ask you something…
Have you ever had a memory that didn’t feel like yours?
Not a dream. Not imagination. Something real—so real you could feel it in your body?
What if entire lives had been erased on purpose?
And what if someone started remembering them?
I didn’t realize something was wrong at first.
It began quietly, almost gently—like a memory you can’t quite place. A smell. Smoke and something sweet. Burnt sugar, maybe.
I remember standing in my kitchen, holding a cup of tea, when it hit me so suddenly I had to grip the counter to steady myself.
I wasn’t in my kitchen anymore.
I was outside.
The air was thick. Heavy. My hands were tied.
And I knew—without anyone telling me—that I was about to be sold.
It felt… remembered.
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