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Blood gets into my eyes and drips down on the parchment. We are doomed. In these sinister depths even time itself flows differently... I've lost the count of days. When was the last time I left my cell? A couple of hours ago? A day? A week? I may be the only one who is still alive. | {{book content|image=Note blooded opened.png|Blood gets into my eyes and drips down on the parchment. We are doomed. In these sinister depths even time itself flows differently... I've lost the count of days. When was the last time I left my cell? A couple of hours ago? A day? A week? I may be the only one who is still alive.<br /> | ||
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Every night I'm haunted by visions. As the candle light fades, shadowy figures step out from the darkness. Their wheedling whispers drive me crazy. The Host is silent. The Host is deaf to our prayers, the Host betrayed us... Where do I seek strength to fight back the temptation? To break the oath... A cure... A cure... All I ask for is to be cured... | Every night I'm haunted by visions. As the candle light fades, shadowy figures step out from the darkness. Their wheedling whispers drive me crazy. The Host is silent. The Host is deaf to our prayers, the Host betrayed us... Where do I seek strength to fight back the temptation? To break the oath... A cure... A cure... All I ask for is to be cured... | ||
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Blood gets into my eyes and drips down on the parchment. We are doomed. In these sinister depths even time itself flows differently... I've lost the count of days. When was the last time I left my cell? A couple of hours ago? A day? A week? I may be the only one who is still alive.
Every night I'm haunted by visions. As the candle light fades, shadowy figures step out from the darkness. Their wheedling whispers drive me crazy. The Host is silent. The Host is deaf to our prayers, the Host betrayed us... Where do I seek strength to fight back the temptation? To break the oath... A cure... A cure... All I ask for is to be cured...
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