CHAPTER 4 Madness
7/23/137
We began our journey
back to the Ararat today. Sutek wished to continue our exploration, but my
persistence and—I am reluctant to say—my fury won the argument. For once, I
took the lead, perhaps too anxiously, for often I found myself alone in
darkness until Sutek arrived with his light.
A nightmare. I keep
telling myself it was a nightmare. It has to be. I have searched our supplies
and I can find no shards.
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8/4/137
There can be no
doubt about it, our pace has slowed over the past week. Only today did we
arrive at the lakeshore where Sutek and I were blessed with our last glimpse of
Britannia's heavens. It is I who delays us, for if I exert myself too much, I
must stop, lest I become ill. Sutek is patient, and assures me that we may take
our time.
I often dream about
comets.
A nightmare. It has
to be.
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8/18/137
Does this accursed
passage never end? I do not remember it taking this long to travel.
My illness grows
worse. We stop every hour while I sit and catch my breath and wipe the sweat
from my brow. Sutek reassures me that it is only fatigue.
I can tell he
believes otherwise. He has never smiled before.
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8/28/137
We will reach my
companions tomorrow . . .
The shadows, they
follow me.
Thank the Virtues .
. .
A nightmare. It has
to be.
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