Letters

Dearest,

I am overwhelmed with grief over Perci’s death. My heart cries out for comfort. With every stroke of my pen, I feel my strength depleting. I don’t know if I can go on.

Finn is distraught. His grief weighs on me and doubles my own. There is no solace in this awful place. I am desperate to see you.

Will you meet me in the tunnels after dinner this evening? I will be waiting near the room where the Order last gathered.

Yours,

Cas

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