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Confession from some guy

Dearest and Darling Hellenora,

The days that go by without being with you are surely no less dark than the blackest of starless nights. I burn for you more than a flame burns a log to ash. I do not confess to know how we could be together, you a noble lady and me a stable master. But I pray that someday our love can be known.

Yours evermore,

Walter Hayley

P.S Though I have not received a response to my letters since our trist, I expect you are far too busy with the man in fancy robes I’ve seen escorting you through town. I should warn you, I’ve heard talk among some of his servant staff regarding gruesome punishments.

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