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Latest revision as of 08:10, 18 October 2024

Unsent Letter (Oskar Fevras) image

Unsent Letter is a letter addressed to Kerri Evenfield from Oskar Fevras, begging her to leave him alone.

Description Icon.png

A plain, unadorned note.

Properties

  • Notes
  • Author: Oskar Fevras Oskar Fevras
  • Rarity: Common
  •  Weight: .05 kg / 0.1 lb
  • Price: 14 gp
  • UID BOOK_LOW_OskarsBeloved_GoodbyeKerri
    UUID df4ba0f3-3dc0-439e-8304-8683d2aade8b


Where to find

Text

Kerri, my darling,

I'm not sure why I'm writing this - where you've gone to, no pigeon could deliver it. Still, if there's some part of you watching over my shoulder as I sit here, I beg you - leave me be.


You fill my every thought, my dreams, my nightmares. Is there no reprieve from the memory of your face, the look of disappointment you cast upon me each time I close my eyes?


I cannot take much more of this. I must be rid of you. I must.


[The last sentence is too smudged to read.]