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July 4, 1720
10:31 PM

Dear Journal,

I can feel the shift in the air. I hope other girls are faring better than I am right now. The evening wind has turned to electricute my skin. Nausea greeting me every morning. He's here. I can feel him, lurking in the shadow with his small twinkling friend.

Nagmamakaawa ako, tulungan niyo ako. Gabi-gabi na akong hindi makatulog ng maayos. Nararamdaman ko siya sa ilalim ng kumot ko. Walang pigura sa loob ng kwarto ko pero alam kong nandito siya. Tulungan niyo ako.

- Anne Fahner
London, United Kingdom

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A/N: This is my first ever epistolary novel and first ever thriller/mystery story, so I am glad to receive critiques so drop 'em down the comments. This is will be updated more after I finish revising Miss Warfreak. Thank you for the support.

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