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King Arthur's Home-Personal Narrative

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I awoke from my slumber. It was my first good night's sleep in days. I still could see what remained of Zaroff in the dog pit. I took my handkerchief out of my pocket and wiped his blood off of my face. I walked downstairs to fashioned myself a meal. Then, I walked over to a table suitable for King Arthur’s round table. I slouched myself into the cushioned chair and began to ponder. For hours, I sat there thinking about how I would escape such a horrid island. After deep thought, I realized it would be nearly impossible to escape. Unless I had the help of anyone from the outside world. With no way to communicate, that too would be impossible. But, moping around the general’s castle wouldn’t help anyone. Zaroff was already low on food, so I
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