05-26-2020, 01:18 PM
Quote:
1741 AC - Gabriel B.
Quote:Dear Journal,
It's gone. . . . everything is gone. . . .Osrona burnt to the ground . . . I ran. . .tired. . .so tired. Mattieu he told me to keep running. There was a back door to the church. . . I heard so many brothers and sisters screaming. Everything hurts. . . .I kept running. My l Nicholas I'm sorry. . . Thorn I'm sorry. . . .I couldn't keep my promises. . . . .it hurts. . . .everything hurts. . . .