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It was another beautiful day. Jake Dorsey was walking home from the Department of
Memories. The Department of Memories is the place where one goes if things go wrong. Many
people go there of their own will, and many more are forced into the barred gates that surround
the building with no windows. The Department of Memories is also the place that is the nearest to
the woods- and The Tower. No one ever speaks about The Tower. It is so high, that one can see it
over the trees of the woods. People believe that ghosts haunt it. Every person that ventured into
The Tower, was not seen again, or was seen coming out of the Department of Memories many
months later.
Jake Dorsey entered his house. He looked around, found his favorite chair, and sat down.
He had been at the Department for two hours - for what, he didn’t know. “But then again,” he
said to himself, “that is the reason people go to the Department of Memories.” He chuckled to
himself. Out of his window, Jake could see The Tower. A chill went down his spine.
“It is time to go. It is time to go.” His alarm said. Jake suddenly remembered that he had
promised his neighbor to come over today. Jack really did not feel like going, but he promised.
He got up, put on his coat, walked over to the other side of the street, and knocked on the door.
“Yes.” Came a harsh and broken answer. Jack opened the door and walked through. An
old man was sitting there. Jake estimated that he was in his 70’s. The man was sitting in a chair
facing the door. The chair, on which the man was sitting in, looked like Jake’s chair, only in the
wrong place.
“Sit.” Said the man. Jake took the place next to the window, opposite the old man.
“You asked me to come Mr. Dorsey. What is it you wanted to tell me?” asked Jake. Mr.
Dorsey gave him a hard look, and then said. “Do you know why your last name – Dorsey – is the
same as my last name, as well as all of your friends?”
“No sir.” Answered Jake.
“And do you know who is the rulers of this city- and actually- this country?”
“Yes sir. His Veneration, King Dorsey, and his honorable family.”
“No Jake. I Mean the REAL rulers of all the countries you know of. I mean the ones who
have lived for centuries in the tower of Ringardy- in simple words- The Tower you all fear.”
“No sir. I don’t know.”
“You must promise me that what I tell you will be a secret between the two of us, and
you will never enter the Department of Memories. I told you to go there to clear your mined and
be prepared for today, but never again will you enter that place anymore. Do I have your word?”
“Yes sir.”
“Good. Because what I am about to tell you is important. If anyone knew of what I saw,
or knew what it is I am about to tell you, they would go straight to the Department, and have me
arrested.”
“Why sir?” asked Jake.
“Because that it is a secret no one knows but me, and those people in the Department. I
found it out when I was young, and now I will tell it to you.”
There was a knock on the door.
Work done by:
Yael Baklor
(I knew that if I try finishing it, it would become an entire book, so I stopped here.
You can keep going according to your own imagination…)