Letters from Armorica, 7 Novembre 33 AF


Dear Journal,
Now that I sit and reflect on the day, I have a feeling that I’m being managed. I’m not sure I like that.
But maybe I do. I suppose I shall have to make my mind up one way or the other, and before too much time has passed.
I was about to go and do battle with the goats this morning, just after dawn, when Marc came and found me

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