When writing an article about a child martyr from my home province, a link came up titled Cinderella Complex, which I had never heard of before. I looked into it, and it opened my eyes on me.
My Love For Cinderella Grew Bigger
I never hid who I was or what I had from readers or fellow artists and authors alike. I’m a gothicist and medievalist-enthusiast. I’m a professional artist and author, but with something much darker inside me.
I am a misanthrope, introverted, antisocial and an awkward person. To put it lightly, I have many mental disorders that make me socially handicapped. I have clinical OCD, PTSD, social anxiety disorder, cibophobia, agoraphobia, scopophobia, and body dysmorphia.
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Every town has its tales and its secrets. The most horrific tales are often well-guarded and found in the most obscure places. However, Fortierville wants the world to know that a tomb of a martyred child deserves your love.
Aurore The Child Martyr
When one grows up in the province of Québec, it doesn’t matter which town or metropolis you’re from; you hear the name Aurore, and you know everything. Quebecers don’t need more than ‘Aurore’ to know whom one is referring to.
The story of Aurore transcends time and defies any other legend or folktale. One may ask how and why; the answer is simple: the story has next to no exaggeration. That one story of a real little girl, a child, has been told from generation to generation throughout an entire province and yet, it’s always the same story.
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