repo for NaNoWriMo 2018
September 15th, 1790
Dearest Lucretia,
If you are reading this, then Thomas arrived safely and I am already dead. I write to you in fear that I may not have long for this world. The Behemoth is currently chasing after me. I have been marked with the Intersection. The church has repeatedly ignored my pleas for sanctuary and I have nowhere else to turn apart from the mail carrier’s office in which I write to you, my lovely Lucretia. Take Philip and flee the country. The Behemoth is a man of indomitable fury. There are stories in which The Behemoth razed the town of Trayt, laid waste to entire orchards in Yulip, and toppled King Franke’s empire with nary a single breath.
I beseech you, forget about me. Forget the name Símon Gurag, and start over anew. Do not carve out a place for me in your heart; that is a void that will never be filled again. Again, I implore that you escape The Behemoth.
How can you kill that which has no soul?
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