Eowyn Slytherin

Reminiscing on times forgotten is becoming my habit now. Never was I to stay in a dark room, in a dark house, waiting impatiently for the next wave of torture, simply to forget what I’d lost. Here I am, rotting without purpose, without dreams or thoughts, my mind blank and disconnected from the rest of the world.

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