To Whoever Finds This:
I’m 11 years old. My parents were on an airship that disappeared into the un-mapped territory when I was 5. I’m on my own now, except for Old George-he’s a brick-maker and has been looking after me. At least this means I don’t have to be sent to the Machine House. The rumors about that cruel place terrify me! In a few moments, the sun shall grant more light. Right now I’m squinting, but I don’t want to use the lucitec as it might wake George. The clock just chimed 4am. Time for work… I’d better get my head lamp and head for the mines.
Fortune and Shillings to anyone who reads this!!
