The blood-curse burning through my body matters not. Nor do I regret my coming demise. I regret only that I will never see Vyctorelle again. At least, I pray I never see her again. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - As my will weakens, I think back. Of all the sights I've seen, none are lovelier than Vyctorelle. I have been hers since that night in Shornhelm. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The blood-curse has almost claimed me. The flesh of my companions is a struggle to resist. Perhaps I can resist long enough to meet my beloved one last time, near our well in Shornhelm. - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
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