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My dearest, Unfortunate events occurred in which I was captured and held under severe conditions. Pain was inflicted upon my body, leaving scars and invalidism as evidence of brutality. I have escaped, so I believe, though still carving lines in the earth with a loose chain clamped to my feet. This line, hopefully, will seduce my offenders to believe that these tracks belong to a tailed mammal, and I, as you surely remember, am tailless. The feeling of freedom is precious and the desire to forget the torments is being replaced by an invigorating excitement at renewing my research...though at some moments of in between, when I flash back into the nights of pain cycling in repetition, I can not help asking myself: "Could it be, that in some neglected corner of my mind...I have enjoyed it?" Yours
forever, [ PS still looking for the lost treasure ]
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