I found frayja today in a pile of loose ones and zeros. I sat down to read and I was stunned. I don’t remember writing any of it. I know the characters, the scenery, the time. I don’t remember writing this particular story.

Is that odd? Yes. I normally have some recollection of writing a story, whether it is a thousand words or a hundred thousand. Something will strike a chord.

Perhaps I don’t remember it because frayja must have been one of the most painful to write. Perhaps not. I may never know.

Now that I have found hir, I am tempted to post her story here. One chapter at a time. Perhaps. At least I have found hir.

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