Home. Such a long way off, across a long and bitter road. How cruel could fate be that only I arrived here, by chance, while the others did not? And then make me unable to reach home? My hand shake as I write this, for it is cold here, or I am cold. I can not tell the difference right now. It seems to be a fever, like some that took little Leofwynn. And barely walking she was, too.
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