The Catalyst (When You Leave Duet #1)

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October 10, 1814

I don’t have the faintest clue where we are. All that surrounds us is nothing but dirt, trees, and silence. But luck seems to be on our side finally. Two days ago, we stumbled upon a plantation in the middle of the forest, hidden from everything. The owner of the home is also from Ireland and offered us asylum for as long as we wished. Aodh is a gentle soul, and his wife, Eabha, offered us a place on their staff until we reached full strength. Our reserves have dried up. If we hadn’t found Aodh and Eabha, I doubt we would’ve survived the week. I’ll always be grateful to these two kind souls. Who knows? Maybe we will stay for a while.

Until next time,

Séamus O’Reilly