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[Xandria]

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So many lives lost. I can’t believe that tyrant was a friend of our Lord British. I admit, I should not have lied, but I had no idea they would find out the truth. They are coming now. I don’t know what to do. I need my tongue, to speak if for no other reasons. I hear the screams outside the door. They are coming.
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I have lied again, not speaking of who I truly am. Someone forgive me, but I offered my neighbor as bait. I don’t know what will happen. How will I live with myself? I can’t bear to think…
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Dear lord, the screams from next door. It sounds like nothing I have ever heard before. They have taken my neighbor’s tongue in my stead. In my defense, my tongue keeps my family fed. A bard can not feed his family if he can’t tell stories. My neighbor, he is a mere accountant. Oh, but the horror. I hope he stops soon.
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It has finally quieted. There are still screams from outside. I plan to leave this area soon. Perhaps another place desires a bard. My family, we would be safer elsewhere. Perhaps a small town, far from here.
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We are packing to leave. The house, we have sold it to a successful doctor, close to Lord Blackthorn. Hopefully, he doesn’t figure out what happened until I’m far away. My neighbor, he has lost his job, as none wish to incur the wrath or Lord British. He is coming with us, though he still doesn’t realize it was I who cause him his trouble.
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I don’t know how, but they found out. I am forsaken. I showed too much lack of care for the virtues to survive. May my family be taken care of. My neighbor has received a sum and is taking them with him, but for obvious reasons, is leaving me behind. Where is Lord British or the Avatar when we need them most?
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