Iavas day 1, I Randír Îdh
It feels like an eternity has past since my flee from Lin Giliath and yet Hiril Aldalin’s calendar tells me it has not yet been two seasons. I cannot remember the last occasion I spent in civilised company, or even sat upright on a chair, and care not to delve too deeply into my memories for fear they will break down my mind.
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