All I wanted was one
incorruptible truth to call my own.
But truth is organic, like a
strand of DNA. It can mutate, or combine with other strands, until it evolves
into something no longer bearing even a passing resemblance to its original
self. For too long my truth did just that—twisting and changing, attaching
itself to others and then corrupting them, until it became the worst kind of
Frankenstein.
One that was always going to come for me in the end.
From The Unravelling, now available on Kindle!
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