Tirdas We arrived today to begin our exile here in Aldcroft. Father assures us this town will serve us well as a temporary capital and stronghold from which to retake our home. Our life in Camlorn seems like a dream now, like another time. Middas The porter, Charles, keeps shooting glances at me when he thinks I do not see. He's a sweet boy, but he should know better. I think Father even noticed. Father has been under such stress lately. I would not want to add to his plate. Turdas
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