"For everything has now fallen, nothing amuses me. The people I have burnt will return once again." Nancy read the lines of the journal. "Our mistakes are only made to repeat and our world is a loop. No matter what we do, no matter where we go, everything will only repeat itself.
For centuries and centuries, we have searched for a purpose. But that purpose lies in the individuality of our hearts. So long I have written; now I shall be cremated. My time, and the time of my brothers and sisters has indeed, come to an end."
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Though held softly and politely, her hand was still held by the man, the stranger, the master who had shown up at her doorstep a year ago and had lived alongside her and her brother ever since. He was a mysterious man, and they didn't know much about him. All they knew was that they were deeply indebted to him. What got them through their childhood was his money, his business, and his name.
