1990

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February 7th, 1990

I lay in my bed, wonder if why these last few incarnations had been so close together after them formerly being centuries apart. Maybe it meant I was close to fining him for good...

As if on cue, my hand burned, and I got an image of rolling green hills, sea cliffs, and castles.

Ireland.

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