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~My Muse is dead, but they left yours a letter! Send a ✖ to see what it says.~
July 4th, 1498 ;;
Alois,
By the time you receive this it means I am supposedly dead or captured. The revolution that broke out was, as you see, bad enough for myself, but do not think its any better for you, boy. It is not. It is definitely not. You got away with your little lies and secrets, going out, walking around town when I had told you those vulgar humans out there will tear you apart and send your name after your death to oblivion. Have I not thought you well, boy!? Was all that I have done for you and your well being in vain? Think about that day, the day I saved you. Your horrible mother was to blame only, not me, not anyone. She was the reason you live a life as this. She was the reason your brother is dead. She was the reason you became a monster. No one will love you out there, it is only I who can offer you the sanctuary that others may believe they can find in churches. I warn you, boy, without me, there is nothing you can do to stay alive out there. Without me, I would love to see you even attempt on surviving. If only you were smart enough and helped me get away from those men who so wanted me dead during the revolution, you would not be hearing from me through this letter, neither would you be in a world of troubles once I find a way to get back to France. I've taught you to read, taught you to write, and I for certain know you will be able to unlock even my handwriting sooner or later. I don't have much time left, but, if I may, allow me to quire you, dear boy, where will you go now? What will you do with your life? Keep on ringing the church bells? Talk to the only friends you ever had, and were not even real, the gargoyles? Where will you go when the people begin to chase you with fire, pledging their souls to burn yours to a bitter end? To paralyze every atom and proton you posses in that monstrous organism? Will you find a gypsy and marry her? I would love to come there and see you with a gypsy, so I could kill you both, though I won't be escaping any time soon. I warn you boy, once I find you, I do not think you will be so content and happy with your life anymore.
Sincerely,
Scepan Pyotr Khodorkovsky