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Rue
The next few days, I make myself scarce. Figuring that if I’m not around, he might just… forget about me. I stay in my room, except for the trips to the bathroom or the kitchen. On one of those stealthy midnight kitchen trips, I see a dozen empty bottles of sweet-smelling liquor, all stacked in a pile by the kitchen trash.
It may just be my imagination, but maybe his behavior the other night made him ashamed. Maybe it was the drink that drove him to terrorize me.
But I don’t stick around to find out what his motivations are. For all I know, he’s just cleaning up, with no plans to act differently.
He may be the only person around, but he’s still a stranger to me.
I spend my time quietly exploring the castle and thinking about why I ran away from the church. To my surprise, ther
