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Dear Sister Maribel,

The nurses work endlessly to treat casualties that these wars brought us.  The Lady of the house even works alongside us while her Lord is away fighting with the others.  I worry the workload will harm her as she appears to be with child, but it is not my place to say.  

Pray for us, Sister.  So many of the wounded remind me of schoolboys dressed up wearing the Baron's colors, now soaked with blood.  I want to leave this place of death, but we are short of hand and needed desperately.  

The nightmares are getting worse, though.."

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I will be glad to return to our abbey, but I fear the shadows of this place will haunt me forever.  Pray that the mercy of the Builder may find us.

Yours in Faith,

Daniela

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