It has been a week since I met the ringmaster on the road,
with scant few memories of my past, and those that I do have seem fragmented at
best, so I have decided to begin making a journal of what happens to help me
try to piece together what happened and hopefully be helpful should it happen
again.
I suppose I should start with how I ended up with a
preforming troupe. Well I woke up from a dream and read a paper that was
written by me telling me to “Trust him. He’s Family” looking up and seeing the
ringmaster, who led me to a broken steam wagon handed me a spanner, and then
suddenly I was in the zone, I fixed up the boiler like I was born to tinker and
once I was finished realized I was wearing spectacle-lensed goggles that I
hadn’t realized were on my forehead before. He then offered his hand to shake
and welcomed me into the troupe who I see as a family, and I trust them.
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