Scribbled parchment, secreted amongst the monk’s clothes.
It was good to leave the crypts and be above ground, in the sunlight. I dreamt of the wraiths last night, and Azi’s
[1] cry as she was claimed… It is strange to realise there is someone missing, even in a group this size.
We did not even get a chance to bury her properly, as by that stage
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