[The hand is neat enough, but has in it relics of a more archaic type--capital letters perhaps larger than a modern reader would find normal, some serifs and flourishes; a trained or talented eye might pick up on the writer being more used to writing with an instrument with a slanted tip.]
Greetings, [pause, as if in recollection], Edensphere. I
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Well met, Paladin. I'm Reed. And worry not, you'll find your memories anew, one way or another.
As for finding your place, one must simply try; your losses to endeavor are naught beside your losses to inaction.
Be there anything else you need to know, you need but ask; The pages of this journal as true an ally as any.
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[..inkdrops] My memories can be regained? How?
You speak wisely indeed, Reed. If I may be so bold, how have you adapted to this Edensphere?
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And worry not over honeyed words; one way or another, you will find a task suited to you. I have found my work binding these very journals.
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An interesting occupation, though upon reflection I think it may be my talents lie elsewhere. Thank you, though.
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It is a pleasure to meet you, Master Paladin. I am [pause] the sister Master Stigmata spoke of, Grace.
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A paladin is a holy knight. In my dream, if nothing more, I was one.
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