Stolen Name

Stolen Name

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"Names are sacred things. They are given to you at birth, and they are not to be easily taken or spoken. Your name is your identity, your life itself. And no matter what you do... Do not EVER let it take it from you." Frederick can feel the light of the candle blow out as he desperately tries to preserve the last spark leading him towards a happy ending. Yet, the ringing in his ears doesn't stop and 'the other' won't stop trying to convince him. He still has his friends... they accept him for who he is. Right? The last light guiding his way... are they going to take it from him as well?
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