Clara stood stark naked in front of a cracked mirror. The draught from the windows ran over her skin, turning it to gooseflesh… At least I’m clean…
“I have no memories of this life…” Clara said.
Those she did have were more vivid than any dream she remembered having. None were about selling her body to make ends meet in a mining town… where the company owns everything and everyone…
Disclaimer: This novel is an work in progress and readers may encounter grammatical errors and inconsistencies. Please view this a draft and not a published work.
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