Stranger than Fiction
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-gi-oh GX.
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I can't stop writing.
I've been having these strange visions. I don't get them every day, but I feel an uncontrollable need to write every day.
I suppose it started when Sartorius died. When I visited his deathbed, he told me something that confused me at first.
"There must always be someone to chronicle the truths of the world. Someone must make sure that the people who experience those truths are not forgotten."
Then he touched my hand, and I felt a strange tingle. He passed on three hours later.
It has been almost a year since then.
There are more things in this world than most are aware of. The Catspaw nightclub, the Redleaf Subway, the Kaleidoscope Hotel--all are secrets never to be told.
And yet they must be.
I write the stories of the men and women who experience these strange things. I've published two books, each winning an award, and a third is on the way.
No one knows how true these stories are. No one knows that the reclusive author called Eli Himmelman once was famous under a different name.
After all, Aster Phoenix stopped dueling three years ago.