In a world filled with pain, fear, and prejudice, Eleanor faces accusations and judgment from her former lover Gabriel and his lover Alice. As tensions rise, Eleanor seizes a sword and confronts them, defying their expectations. Gabriel pleads for her to stop, expressing concern, but she remains determined to free herself from oppression. She died, and upon awakening, found herself transported back to the age of fifteen. Determined to alter her destiny, she embarked on a journey of transformation, only to discover that everything she had experienced was built upon deceit, allusion. " so what I live is not real "
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"I don't understand," I said, feeling the weight of confusion pressing down on me. "You talk about all these things as if they're perfectly normal, but I'm lost. How do you know all this, and I don't?"
"It's because of Sister Elenore," Matt replied, his gaze steady. There was a hint of something deeper in his eyes, a flicker of memory and reverence.
"What does that mean?" I asked, furrowing my brow.
"She gave me a necklace to protect myself because I was weak," Matt explained. "It was a gift, a charm. She said it would help me find strength when I needed it most."