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MY LAST NIGHT
"Tonight may be my last night. I’ve tried to write this letter a hundred times, but I think it’s impossible.
The terrors of these last few days haunt me, and I cannot escape them. How I regret studying those books my father hid so hard.
Today, in the light of the few candles left in the office, I write the few words I can express, fearing for my life, being persecuted for what I myself have brought into this world. I don’t know what it is, or why it wants me, all I know is that it’s coming. My hands are shaking non-stop.
The night is dark outside, there is no moon or light, but I know it is there, waiting for the light to go out. I can’t write anymore, my hands will stop being hands at any time, just like my legs...
I can´t see... the last candle goes out... whoever reads this... I’m sorry"