Journal Page Eight: Of Lenience

There is more than one path to any objective.  Some are more difficult than others.  Some are impossible for one person, and no more difficult than breathing for another.  Not all paths are suited to all people.

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Hindsight

I wake gasping, heart pounding.

Uzil didn't know that name, hadn't been there when it was said.  It wasn't one I ever uttered, couldn't say it.

It seems to glow on the paper, red.  His name, Uzil talking of letters written in my hand, gold exchanged, why?

We should have let Juliard burn the body.