Fifty-seven:
Ben Taylor
I didn’t remember how to write.
It had been days since I had returned back to The Endless Estate. Days since I had taken up residence in Edward Endlesses old study. It should have been a dream. Edward Endless was the entire reason that I had become a writer in the first place. Now, I was being told to write the next book in The Endless Series. I had to continue on his world in order to keep our world from surviving. The trouble was, I was having a hard time remembering what was real and what was not real.
Ever since I’d stepped foot into the house, I felt like I was being haunted. Not even by Edward Endless himself---the ghost of whom I had met once. No, I felt like I was being haunted by my old life. Who I was before I had become part of The End
