Alicia had been explicitly told to rest, yet she couldn't comply. For the next two days, she immersed herself in the script, delving into videos, online articles, and textbooks related to the subject. Amidst this information overload, contradictions and nonsensical facts were rampant, not to mention a multitude of discrepancies that plagued her understanding.
But then again, what more could be expected from such a complex topic?
The true essence of historical events remained an enigma, an eternal puzzle. Even those who had lived through those times possessed varying narratives to recount. Generation after generation, the tales would mutate until the truth was obscured, leaving only the remnants of lies in its wake.
A startled gasp escaped Mabel's lips as she entered the room, her eyes widening in disbelief. "Don't tell me you were up the entire night?" Alicia's attention was drawn away from her relentless study as she became aware of their presence.
