Prologue

My Dearest Eloise,

I write this with deepest regret, but I fear I am no longer the man you once knew.

War has broken me. Its physical scars challenge me daily, while its ghosts torment the very foundations of my sanity.

I cannot with good conscience condemn you to a marriage with a man doomed.

You deserve better. You are the light to my darkness, and I ask that you remain as such.

I pray in time, you will see fit to forgive me.

Eternally yours,

Lucian

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