Prologue

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I will hide nothing, except the living. The names I use are fictitious when I opt to use them at all. I haven't seen or heard from anyone from the school in many years. Should someone from that time, someone who bore witness to these events, happen to one day stumble upon this, there should be enough here to recognize and deny or confirm as they see fit. For my part, this is the truth as I saw it back then, and still do. I have asked myself the same question for many years, and I will ask it now, knowing I will never have the answer. Who might have I been had I never set foot at Norely?

I am Norley. I am the bricks, the mortar, the hallways, the classrooms, the field, and the mud. I am the forest. I try to imagine what it must look like now and all I think is the shed must be gone, but in my mind's eye, it's still there, exactly as it was before. The body of the school must show decay by now, like that of a dead animal, and perhaps the western gate has given way to the inevitable demise it seemed to have started while I was still a student. But I can only ever see it as it was during my time there, like some living ghost haunting its halls, waiting for someone to come and exorcise me from the space. That's what this is, an exorcism, in case anyone reading this thinks it a catharsis.

And there is only this left to say....

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