January 4th, 1665

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I miss you. The more days go on the more my heart mourns for you, I can't bear to look at the other children, their gleeful cheers and childish games ache my heart. Your mother has grown ill since your passing. The doctor said that it was all in her head, that she was overreacting and wished us off. Perhaps she is insane. Maybe lurking evil spirits have taken her soul to rip apart and infect like they did with you. Please god, don't take the love of my life too.

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