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The book was a virus. That’s how Isabella saw it, slowly infecting everything she touched. Her friends were suddenly acting differently, asking questions she couldn't answer. Strangers recognized her. The book's very existence was a physical weight on her shoulders, making it harder to breath.

She found herself avoiding mirrors, afraid of the person staring back. The city, once a vibrant tapestry of life, now seemed like a gallery of people who knew her secrets. She felt vulnerable, exposed, and consumed by a cold, simmering rage.