You're Still Mine

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Et si les rêves étaient en fait des myriades de dimensions parallèles ? Chaque fois que l’on s’endort, notre esprit crée un monde éphémère qui se désagrège à notre réveil. Mais Isobel possède un don particulier : celui de se projeter dans ces dimensions fragiles, de les altérer, voire même d’en restituer les images dans le monde de « l’éveil ». À 20 ans, elle cultive un quotidien simple et solitaire dans un petit village des Highlands. Jamais elle n’aurait pu prédire que cette femme, aperçue fugacement sur les rives de son loch local, fasse à ce point basculer sa vie. Pourtant, celle-ci s’invite dans ses songes et l’obsède. Pour lever le voile sur ce phénomène inédit, Isobel devra suivre un fil d’ariane entre rêves, veille et cauchemars.

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her womb. Despite trying her best not to form an emotional connection with the baby, her heart nonetheless still ached at this moment. She was sorry, so sorry... Her eyes reddened. It wasn’t that she didn’t want this child, but rather, she couldn’t have it. After giving birth and taking the money, she would no longer have anything to do with her baby. Pain shot up to her brain again and her vision darkened. Waves of regret swept over her. She didn’t want the money anymore, just the child. Just the child... No one could hear her silent cry for help. After the obstetrician gave her a shot of anesthetic, she gradually lost consciousness until complete darkness

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