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I pray that no one finds these last words.  I pray that you have never come to read them, but you, whoever you may be, are my only priest in this dark hour, and for that I thank you. 

I have lived by the sword. This fine blade, a gift from my wife, has never shed blood. I pray it never has to.  This sword has remained a symbol of peace, but now I am told that I mustn't hesitate to use it. 
 

I fear that my resolve will fail me  This cursed nightmare has twisted her spirit like a thornevine, and it pushes her round as a pawn.. but underneath, it is her.

Kilgorn is waiting.  It is he who should feel the edge of my steel, but I need him now.  

The fool, in his haste, forgot one element when binding the spell.  Moonlight.  The curse has a weakness.  Even gods can be outsmarted."

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He imprisoned her bones up in his tower, where he says only I have the power to release them.  We can't restore her life, I am warned, and if that is the case, these rooms where we shared our happiest moments, will also be my tomb.  

The light is dimming now.  I feel as a man on the gallows, looking out to a place where there is no redemption. If heaven sees fit to cast me out, then so be it.  Even in hell, there is hope of being united.
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