5/28/1802
I'm going into the forest tonight. I have to sneak out or Ollie will bark or Charlotte will yell at me. Or both, who knows. I just want to know if it's as terrible as people say.
5/29/1802
It's past midnight. I was in the forest for longer than I expected. I don't know why everyone thinks it's so horrifying, aside from all of the bugs and wind noises...
Now I need to sleep, or else Charlotte or the other architects may kill me.
It's so hot outside. I hate this kind of weather, where the sun is out, it feels like you're melting, and there is no breeze. I have to sit outside, do nothing but watch over construction, and suffer in the heat.
5/30/1802
I can actually sit down by the water today. It's very nice to be able to just sit in near silence, the only sound being the waves crashing on the sand. Sea spray in my face is less nice, but almost refreshing, in a way.
The only stresses today were the Church visit and Lionel. He's not actually that bad now that I've spoken to him. I still don't like him very much.
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Journal Entries of Nathaniel Ottin
General FictionShort, simple writings from the journal of Nathaniel Ottin, an architect from the small town of Galsran.