Truth Or Treachery

The immersive memory projection morphed seamlessly from the blinding lights of the penthouse studio into a shadowy, quiet room. Dust motes danced in the pale shafts of moonlight bleeding through cracks in the wooden walls. The only sound was the dry, rhythmic rustle of straw as Sabrina’s younger self worked a half-finished basket.

"Let's try escaping again, Sabrina."

Cordelia’s softly spoken w