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“Welcome,” he said, his voice measured and composed. “I apologize for the darkness—it seems the lights have failed us tonight. Would you care to have a few candles lit?”

By the way, honey, this is the diary of someone who was forced to be strong—so it’s bound to be rather dark. As for the candles… you’ll discover that in due time.


Before proceeding to the next page, please take a moment to read

Prelude


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And that one lingered deep within the very core of his memory.