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He’d always been a storyteller. His essay, a moving account of a personal tragedy, had captivated the admissions committee. Now, it was a showcase, a highlight on the university's website. The reality was different. He hadn't suffered what he had written.

He avoided his family. He stopped answering his phone.

He felt the heavy cloak of shame, a constant presence. He was alone with his secret, trapped in the prison of his own invention. He considered deleting the entire website. He felt a cold sweat, a heavy heart.