DAY 14 OF THE YEAR OF EDMOND

Dear reader,

It is my fault that I have suffered a thousand eternities. I shudder at the thought of suffering a thousand more. Since Jarlheim does not exist, nor Edmondine, Braesin, Hallstein, or Christian Toth, I have naught to lose but myself.

When I had broken the writing desk, the leg sheared off to form a sharp point. I initially threw it aside, though now I see its true value. Thank you, dear reader, for following my story so far. I have come such a long way without going anywhere. I deserve every second I have been here, and I deserve more. But now I want Satan to be my captor, not I.
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Farewell.