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Laura couldn't get to rest that night. She had a recurring dream about Max.

At the end of the path, there was a mirror. A big, ornate mirror, like one you might see in an old fairy tale. And when she looked into it it wasn’t just her reflection. It was a version of a woman who was… different. More devoted, more sure of her destiny. More alive. And she was smiling. But there was also something else—something primal, something that made her feel the need to submit to the dominant male energy in her life.

But today was different. Today, Laura was unsettled, as though something inside her was trying to push through the boundaries of her usual composure. Clara felt her heart racing in a way that was uncharacteristic for her calm, collected demeanor.