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Nothing Happened Twice

On the morning of his eighteenth birthday a young man receives a letter from someone whose voice once formed the centre of his life. The letter describes an event that appears both precise and impossible. It speaks of a death, of a punishment carried out with deliberate patience, and of a past that refuses to remain where it belongs. Yet what unsettles him most is not the violence described within it, but the strange composure of the voice that addresses him. It writes as though the matter were already concluded, as though something long unfolding had finally reached its quiet end. Certain details resist explanation. Dates seem displaced. Memories shift in tone. The figure who writes to him feels at once intimately familiar and strangely distant, like a presence remembered from a dream whose meaning changes each time it is recalled. What begins as a letter gradually becomes something else: a point of disturbance in memory. Returning to the places and histories that shaped their childhood, he finds that recollection does not move in a straight line. Episodes once believed to be settled begin to reopen. Affections and injuries long buried reveal themselves as part of a pattern that may have been forming without his knowledge. The deeper he follows the thread left behind by the letter, the more uncertain the boundaries of the story become. Was the person who wrote it a witness, an executioner, or merely one of several selves produced by a life that could not be endured in a single voice. Nothing Happened Twice moves through the fragile territory between memory and invention, where the past is less a sequence of events than a structure slowly assembled in retrospect. At its centre lies the suspicion that what appears to be a beginning may already belong to a different moment entirely. Some stories open with a revelation. Others begin with the quiet sense that something has already been finished.
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Ghost Exorciser: The Oust Fake Heiress Strikes

Ghost portals opened all across the world, and getting possessed seemed as common as catching a fever. As such, humanity was forced to live in safe zones that were steadily shrinking day by day. Yet to Lana, nothing was new. She was reborn on the day when the true daughter of the Almond family returned. She watched as Brenda, her murderer from the past life, was pampered by the Almond siblings. “Lana, you should know your place and leave.” Eldest Young Almond ordered with glacial disdain. “A wretch like you never belonged to the Almond Family. Pitiful mutt.” Second Young Master Almond chuckled, his venom-laced words resounding, “And if possible, stop comparing yourself to Brenda. She is a rare awakened Dream Warden, while you... sigh. Marry a beggar, and that would be the grandest achievement in your life.” “I always wondered why a dim-witted person like her ended up as our sister. Sigh... I am concerned that she might perish after being possessed by a roadside ghost.” The Third Young Master derided. For safety and peace, Lana left the Almond family and forged her own empire. Trash? She became a supreme Talisman Practitioner! Marry a beggar? The wealthy heirs in Brookvale lined up to wed her! Die in the hands of a roadside ghost? The specters in the ghost zones trembled upon hearing her name! Poor mutt? Heh! Her business empire earned her billions of dollars every single month! Even her past life’s moonlight was shamelessly flirting with her! Lana never thought that her past life's misery was orchestrated by a schemer, neither she thought that her luck was stolen away by the docile lovable daughter of the Almond family. In this life, she vowed to live a thriving life and protect her luck. She fought off ghosts haunting her world while fighting the mysterious forces. .......................................................................................... Extract “Mister, I feel a connection with you. Would you like to adopt me?” Lana fluttered her eyelashes while gazing at the handsome young man with lustrous black hair. Yet what intoxicated her the most was the radiant purple and gold aura around her past life’s moonlight! So delicious! She longed to devour him whole! “No.” His deep voice reverberated in Lana’s heart, making her freeze for a second. ‘Ah... sure enough... an untouchable flower like him... is out of my league!’ “However... I do need a silver cat.” His words were laced with ambiguity as he stared at her intently, “Especially the dauntless one that loves to sneak into my bed at night and claw my admirers.” Lana •silver cat•: “...” Ugh... no, it’s not me .....................................................................................
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