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| “ | This soot-streaked journal details the day-to-day life of a hunter’s wife. Flicking through the pages, it is clear she had few friends, and fewer days of happiness. She does refer to a son with much affection. Later entries detail the boy's disappearance and his reappearance months later. At first, the woman's tone is jubilant, but it soon changes to worried and frightened.
"He has not come out in days. I worry for him, this shadow of the child I once bore under my breast. He goes out at night more frequently, and last night I saw him return under cover of darkness with bloodstains on his tunic. What is he doing these nights? I fear for him." The final entries are far less coherent. "I think I have gone mad. I scarcely notice the passage of night and day, and I ache… oh, this bone-aching tiredness. I barely sleep, and I am confused, as in a daze… He is in the basement again, screeching and clawing at the walls. I don’t know how much longer I can last. But he is my child, and I must. Mustn’t I?" |
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