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  • I am Odin and Thor. I mesmerise the Northern people with my magic, using metals and weaponry to show my might, beyond anything known to them before. In their search for understanding, they call me and mine gods. They look for meaning in the wind and give it substance in my name. They sacrifice to please me, yet I do not ask for this.

    I am William the Conqueror. I take the land promised to me by my forefathers. I stride over the corpses of the Saxon tribes that made this land their home hundreds of years before. They in turn had walked on death to sit comfortably amongst the forests.

    I am Maude, rightful heir to the English throne. I am sold to the Roman Emporor as bride aged 9 but return to my land, my people. I am overthrown after many might battles and my cousin Stephen is King. History records me as a vain and aggressive whore, but I was Woman in all my anger and strength, no longer sedated by man. I place my son on the throne after Stephen and my blood cools for a while.

    I am Sydenham, right hand man to Cromwell. I choose my side. I use war as my justification to kill the man who killed my mother. I die fighting but am I justified? My brother heals the sick and changes medicine into a science of wellbeing. Which of us would mother have been most proud of?

    I am John Martin, agricultural labourer, born and bred in the Sussex hills. I am forced to leave the soft waters of the Adur for London. My hands are no longer needed by the Payman, and my children are starving. I die in a workhouse in London, my wife dies 10 long years after me.

    I am Eliza Barnett, paramour to Edward. Never his wife. The Pastor's wife turns away from me in the street as my sin is infectious. I die of Cholera. Is this God's punishment? Does he not love me?

    I am Sidney York. I married my childhood sweetheart, Sarah Ann. I am looking at her picture whilst in the trench. It is quiet but the smell of acrid decay is screaming through my head. I stare at her blue eyes, almost only to avoid staring at my friends remains besides me. Almost only to avoid the realisation that I shall never be leaving here.

    I am Violet. I am the sum of the rich, the poor, the weak, the strong, the good, the innocent, the hated, the murderer, the oppressor, the loved, the wise, the ignorant. My mother, my father, my grandparents, my ancestors. I am you. You are me. We are all lost to the frailty of memory.

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