The blood-curse burning through my body matters not. Nor do I regret my coming demise. I regret only that I will never see Vyctorelle again. At least, I pray I never see her again.
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As my will weakens, I think back. Of all the sights I've seen, none are lovelier than Vyctorelle. I have been hers since that night in Shornhelm.
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I will never return to Rivenspire. Not in this life and I hope not in my next. None should pity me. I have lived my life and known a true love like few ever do. It will forever warm me. I hope that Vyctorelle also finds comfort in that thought.
The blood-curse has almost claimed me. The flesh of my companions is a struggle to resist. Perhaps I can resist long enough to meet my beloved one last time, near our well in Shornhelm.
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It is time. I will go no closer to Shornhelm. I pray someone slays me soon. To the one who does and reads this journal, I thank you. You saved me from visiting a fate worse than death upon my beloved Vyctorelle.
I have one last request. Take these words and the amulet I place in these pages to Vyctorelle in Shornhelm. It will break her heart, but she deserves to know.
