Learning the rules of the House and becoming familiar with my chores had taken up a great deal of my time. Too, I find myself lost in the sea of books when I’m not needed elsewhere, the library having become my sanctuary. I have always found peace within the pages of books, be it the fanciful illusions of another’s life or the stoic revision of governmental laws. Even as a child I craved escape in this way, knowing the life that awaited me. Knowing a life I would never have. I find the musty smell of ancient rence comforting, a familiar scent that takes me back in time, that reminds me of my family. I wonder often how they are. This.. oddity I have with books makes me feel closer to them, as bizarre as that may sound.
My excursions beyond the estate are few and far between, my relationships with the other slaves still held on precarious ground, I, the new slave, not yet trusted. I’m not sure that I will ever be.
Favoritism is not always a symbol of acceptance.
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