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My story starts in 1516,

the year that I, Bartholomew Ainsley Livingstone,

was born. I was a common pauper who lived the first

six years of my life in the streets of Paris, living off

of scraps of food found in garbages behind taverns.

My mother died of a common plague before my sev-

enth birthday. I was on my own for a month or so,

sleeping in horse sheds and stealing from bakeries

and fishermen’s traps. Eventually, I was caught by one

of these fishermen, and was nearly thrown into the

ocean when his wife ran from inside their home and

stopped him. Seeing me in such a state, the woman

begged her husband to let me go, and instead let me

into their home for

a meal and a night’s

stay. A night turned

into two, and be-

fore I knew it, the

man would let me

stay permanent-

ly if I worked to

redeem myself of

my thievery. These

folks, known as the

Livingstones, took

me into their home

which became my

own. I grew up the