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Framed by Memory

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 314    |    Released on: 25/06/2025

life on the large screens po

and awkward at fifteen, stood clutching my father's guitar, my knuckles whit

houlder. "That was your father's, wasn't

. Mrs. Hewitt was there, her smile as bright as the studio light

rom the conservatory, the Hewi

the same room where they would later die. I was on one knee,

ears streaming down her

, his eyes shining with pride. "Wel

eens we

dness of the Hewitts, contrasted with the brutal outcome, was too much

ived it, seemed shaken by the stark portrayal of her parents' l

just a killer; I was a serpent they had nu

ine whirred again, the needles in my scalp s

t memor

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“The first thing I remember is the blood. My fiancée, Jocelyn, stood in the doorway, her face a mask of horror. Our perfect future shattered when I was found standing over her parents' bodies, my father's blood-soaked guitar in my hands. The police came, and I didn't resist, silenced by a terrible promise. The media branded me the "Guitar Slinger Killer," and the world condemned me. But the deepest cut came when Jocelyn, the woman who saved me, joined the prosecution, vowing to make me pay. How could she believe I was a monster? How could I explain that I was sacrificing everything, including her love, for a promise I never asked for? My silence was my only shield, a burden of pain and untold truth. Now, a "Neural-Narrative" machine will force my memories to the surface, and everyone will see. But who will they choose to believe when the "truth" is revealed?”
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