Skeleton's Diary
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Ongoing10m
Last published Mon, Feb 1, 2016
{You found a small diary with a leather cover, the corners are slightly burned. You loose the slurs and start to read, hopefully the handwriting is legible.
There's a note behind the cover.}
"Hi, my friend.
If it's not me that is reading this page, than it seems that I lost my diary...Again. And you found it.
I hope that you understand that this thing is important to me.
There are memories of my life in here.
Even if it's just a small diary. I don't write what usually is on things like this. I just write some thoughts, quotes, small scenes, and other stuff.
Nothing is secret, but everything is empty, just like every inch of my bones.
Anyway, nuff said.
I trust your common sense, so please, bring it back to me; you can leave this on a small tomb with "Arthur Cornwell" carved on it.
Thanks a lot.
-Arthur"
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