Nameless
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I don't have a name. Not a proper one. He gave me one when he found me. But I don't know my real name. He saved me. From the dark place. I was made there. Just a creature. Nothing more to their eyes. They didn't know I could feel pain and emotion, longing and sadness. They just thought I was an empty case to experiment on. They were wrong.
In the Victorian London slums, Silas finds a girl, wounded and beaten by the road, frightened and confused. He brings her in and finding she doesn't have a name, calls her Charity. But she isn't an ordinary girl. They set out to find the truth about Charity, and whether she is really a creature, or if she is in fact human.
Historical, Science-Fiction, Mystery/Thriller
Warning: some scenes may contain violence
Historical fiction #101 (6/4/2015)
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