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Journal Entry I – The Audacity of a Mortal Wound I stood outside Michael’s chambers today. I told myself I was standing watch. That was a lie. I simply wanted to look at him again. The healers move in and out throughout the day. Some leave carrying bloodied cloths. Others leave whispering among themselves. None…
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Thursday, January 30 Julie was so happy to see the apartment. I moved us in while she was in the hospital. Having her home again felt so magical. She had been in the hospital for the last four days now. I hated not having her home. Our previous place felt like a void. I also hated…
