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The book arrived in a plain brown wrapper, no sender listed. Amelia's fingers trembled as she tore it open, revealing a glossy cover featuring a photograph of her standing by a lighthouse, a picture she didn't recall taking. Her breath hitched. The title, "Amelia: A Life Unfurled," felt both familiar and alien. She sank into her armchair, the plush fabric suddenly feeling scratchy against her skin. A cold wave swept over her, gooseflesh prickling her arms.

Opening the book, she found the first chapter detailing her childhood, recounting events she’d almost forgotten. It described her first crush, the incident with the runaway dog, her parents' argument about the summer house. Every detail was meticulously rendered, yet it didn’t feel like *her* life. It felt…observed. She clicked the lamp on, even though the room was already well-lit.