Page three. entry two of summer 2029

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Two funerals in one day. I watched from afar as charlses' family hurried him, and then I hurried one more stranger upon the mountain. The graves are slowly becoming more than I can count. Even as I write this my hands shake as the drink runs it's course. It would be today of all days that they would send -------- to me once again. I know not why he came, but after our last encounter they should have known to send anyone else. At least I would have been able to contain my rage with -------. When he appeared to me he even had the nerve to draw his sword. It has been a good while since I have bled this much. At least upon breaking his wing I got some new writing quills, and I obtained his sword. I still am unsure as to why he allowed me to take it. God rest the strangers soul, I hold his death to -------.
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