M O N G R E L
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"Whatever we plant in our subconscious mind and nourish with repetition and emotion will one day become a reality. "
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Heavy mechanical ticking echoed through her mind, feeling like the veil of unconsciousness lifted. Sensation started to return to her limbs as she started to register small pieces of information.
Lying on her back with a heavy duvet on top of her, Arianna tried pushing the duvet away from her, sleepily and then opened her eyes.
Disorientated, tired and completely at lost as to where she was. The room looked unfamiliar in the dull light, she could see that the room was highly furnished with large pieces of mahogany antique furniture, large paintings, landscapes and portraits. It was beautiful but felt out of place in this time and era.
A wave of nauseous hit her as she rolled over onto her side and began he
