A Whisp of Memory

You awaken one morning and remember nothing. Not your name, not who you are, not where you are, nothing at all. But you’ve awoken in a bedroom which is yours, in a large house which you apparently own. You have several servants in your employee, but you don’t speak their language, nor read their written words. But you do possess one unique skill. If you hold a lump of coal in your hand, and vent all of your angry frustration into the coal, it turns into a beautiful diamond worth millions.
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