Trapped in Time
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For years and years I've wondered, 'Why am I here?' And I'm always met by memories, reminding me of my last act before I paid an unknown price and trapped in a lonely world. I know I've been a legend thorought the land; my name repeated in the stories either proving me brave or helpless.
I don't know how to escape. Everyone who has come didn't succeed in anything.
But I know I can find a way.
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