Journal Entry #55101
Trying to write in my journal today but find it has disappeared! Always on my desk, it’s no more than a ghost. I have torn the library apart. I questioned the servants throughout the morning. They all say they know nothing. But someone has been here. Someone has stolen my very thoughts. And someone is lying.
I heard a disturbance last night and checked it out. Nothing seemed amiss as I walked through. I shone a light directly onto my desktop, and my diary was there. This loss is beyond disturbing. Especially when our fair city is threatened. Threatened by chaos.
Unthinkable! An insurrection! I am in hiding. All along, I have suspected groups of individuals, and I’ve been able to successfully eliminate them. I was not prepared for a revolution like the one I saw t
