He's dead. Dead where he stood. The blood flowed from the wound in his chest, and drenched his thin armour. My blade parted through the leather, and found its way through his ribs to pierce his heart. JUst like Master Silar showed me. Except Master Silar will yell at me. I did not have to kill him. But I did, and to confide and to be perfectly honest, it was one of the enjoyable things I have ever done
Daiguren
January 1st, 1868
The first of the year. Silar promises we will escape the coven soon. More later.
Daiguren
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