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• The Journal of Babette Thorne Unbound part 1

  by Zafir boroughs March 26, 2013
  The guards did not forget about me as I feared. Late last nite, just after I layed my head down my cell door creaked open.   Two guards stepped into my dimly lit cell and  stood over me. "It is time."  the guard spoke with a thick  accent (Nord?). I pulled away, his cold metal gauntlet reaching out ...

• The Journal of Babette Thorne

  by Zafir boroughs March 21, 2013
  It has been three days since I have seen another living soul. Three days since I last ate. My body yearns for any type of morsel, stale or fresh. I fear the soliders who have arrested have  either forgtten or simply do not care. In either case I have been foresaken..... My only  companion is the cel...