The Bleeding Rose

Most frequently and recurrently than not, Ragnhild Ascwin believes that she is dead and deceased. As a matter of actuality and for your very own piece of information, she by now has a dead and unconscious mind; she doesn’t recognize who she is; or who her relatives and at-hand family unit are; or when she was born moreover; or when all this mishap and catastrophe came about to smack and belt her, leaving her cleared and divested of any reminiscence as well as every tad and speck as regards her times-of-yore life and days. What if those who maintain and allege to be her factual kins and close relations are not what they declare to be? If the man who asserts to be so intensely in love with her is not that sincerely and genuinely in love with her after all? If the whole batch and lot that she is being let know about herself are just untainted and wholesome lies? What if she turns out not to be this bona fide Ragnhild Ascwin?

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