“You are not a doll," Ophelia asserted, with all the breath she had. "You don't have to fulfill another's dream."
"I must do what is written," Farouk repeated, unperturbed. "Open the door."
The three policemen responsible for the unlocking mechanism moved towards Ophelia, but she stood firm and God's words emerged from her body, as if they had, inexplicably, always been there, lurking in the corner of her being, waiting for their time to come: "Your Book is but the start of your story, Odin. It's up to you alone to write the ending.”
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Christelle Dabos,
Les Disparus du Clairdelune