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Book of the dead Part 1

June, 1760

My name is Alice. I live with Mrs and Mr Blackwood in an old house on Oxford street in London. My life is not a girls life, it is not a happy and glamorous life like the girls I see through my window. No, I am held in my room all day long. I do not go to school and I have no friends. I am practically chained to a bar connected with the cold wall of bricks in my room which is downstairs, in the basement.

In here, I barely exist. There is a stream of light coming from my only window. A normal person would not call it a window, but it makes me feel better to say that I have a one. Every day, the morning light shines on a spot in the corner. I love this corner. In fact, that is were you are right now. I used to sit on my mattress reading books but that was before they took them from me, the candles. It was last month when I piled all my books and burned them, trying to torch the house and make