Nathalie’s room is empty. She’s gone. And everything that had given any hint of her occupation of the single bedroom is gone.

Everything, except three sheets of paper on the desk.

Scrawled in Nathalie’s neat cursive handwriting reads:

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Nathalie’s room is empty. She’s gone. And everything that had given any hint of her occupation of the single bedroom is gone.

Everything, except three sheets of paper on the desk.

Scrawled in Nathalie’s neat cursive handwriting reads:

I know I may not remain here much longer, and I wished to inform someone about my life. This is the only ( Read more... )