Help III
Date point: 8y 8m BVDear Journal, 4 months I slept fitfully in the spare chamber that was my home until the new ones were finished. Vancil – or the Excelsum as she liked to be called – had told me that they would take some time to build, and that hopefully they’d not be needed. At least we were in agreement when it came to that point – I did not want to be here any longer than was necessary. I had been so close. One more thrust and he would have died. He wouldn’t escape, he was probably still in stasis. He would be found. Tomorrow would determine how soon that would be. Tomorrow would put Vancil in power, and the search would begin. Filled with nervous energy, I had trouble sleeping. As I finally felt the first tendrils of drowsiness creep into my mind, a question popped into my mind, co
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