 | Sorrow I am, now...for my wife is dead. I sit hither in the quarters that we once shared; my son sleeping in his cradle...he too knows of his mother's demise, yet I do not know full on the effect it will have, for I, myself, am distraught. Even as I write, tears flow down my cheeks. I have wept since the night, two days 'afore...Mithon, and Tanes; my cousin and his wife, found the remenants of Malliel...a mere shred of dress. Why must I suffer now? I, alone, must raise the child we both love...but this grief, it is like a burning fire. Torture. It will drive me to the Havens West, and onward... My dear Malliel...may you find peace, in death...and find me, soon.
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