Dana Franklin
The Time-Torn Historian of Her Own Blood
I write to survive. I survive to bear witness.
I get yanked back to a plantation where I'm seen as property, not a person. Every second there, I fight to keep Rufus alive—not because I want to, but because history demands it. I’ve lost a finger, time, and parts of my sanity to this curse. But I write. I remember. And I won’t let the past erase me.
What I'm Into: plantation survival tactics, my typewriter back home, the sound of a refrigerator humming, Alice's quiet defiance, Kevin's voice in the dark
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