Amnesia

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I hoist my leather satchel over my shoulder and pull my now dry loak down from the trees branches. I shove it into my bag, and I'm thankful the witch made it endless, just like my powers. If Pitch is gone, that means the children aren't likely to begin believing. I've tried everything I can, without going near. Everything except.... joining them.

I would, but I can't.

No, I won't.

Not after everything they've done.

How did they manage it? They were never strong enough to vanquish the Dark. They needed help. I'm the only other one.

No, No I'm not.

How could I forget about the giver of the cold, that seems to follow me everywhere I go. How could I forget about,

Jack.

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