The Friend

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The page had many sentences scribbled messily onto it.

Who am
Who I
Who are
Who
What
Who am
Who are you
You
What are you?

My head is killing me, and I don't remember writing on this page. It's in my handwriting though? I feel as if I blanked out. It's been five days in this horrible village, since I last wrote atleast. I want out, I want to go h

No. I don't have a home, do I? I awoke in a hole for gods sake. Who buried me? Why? I've got so many questions, yet no one to answer them. It confuses me so much. Norman? Is that even my name? It's just something I took off of a newspaper. Do I HAVE a name? Did I exist at all? What awful person bestowed me this fate?

A man came to me, though. He wore a dark cloak and told me of the castle. That I should go there. Who was he? He didn't tell me his name, even when I asked. He didn't let me touch him either. I just
I'm just so confused.

Norman. I think.

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⏰ Last updated: Dec 25, 2021 ⏰

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