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	}}		}}''Dave my dearest,''
	''Dave my dearest,''

	''If you are receiving this, know that I am so sorry that I didn’t send word sooner. These are going to sound like excuses, but I genuinely tried to make our rendezvous in Aquamara. I wanted to see my son - my little Dave - again, and to look upon your grizzled face - into the sweet grey eyes, and to feel your beard upon my hand as I rest my forehead on yours - but my time was taken away.''		''If you are receiving this, know that I am so sorry that I didn’t send word sooner. These are going to sound like excuses, but I genuinely tried to make our rendezvous in Aquamara. I wanted to see my son - my little Dave - again, and to look upon your grizzled face - into the sweet grey eyes, and to feel your beard upon my hand as I rest my forehead on yours - but my time was taken away.''

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''Dave my dearest,''

''If you are receiving this, know that I am so sorry that I didn’t send word sooner. These are going to sound like excuses, but I genuinely tried to make our rendezvous in Aquamara. I wanted to see my son - my little Dave - again, and to look upon your grizzled face - into the sweet grey eyes, and to feel your beard upon my hand as I rest my forehead on yours - but my time was taken away.''

''My calling led me to a land like no other I’d ever seen - a land overfull of luscious plants and flowers, where magic is plentiful and raw and untamed. I knew I had found it when my birthmark tingled with excitement. My journeys had led me to my purpose - to aid an ancient being - the living embodiment of the worldroots. The worldroots are dying, and my patron does not have the strength to restore itself - so it has called upon me to undertake that journey. Overjoyed by finding my purpose, I set to return to meet you back in Aquamara. It felt to me like my journey lasted no longer than a month - plenty of time left before our rendezvous. But when I returned, I found that the time I traveled the world had played a trick on me - when I had spent a ten-day in this paradise of nature, 10 years had passed here at home. My son is longer a child, but a grown man. My home has long since been declared abandoned and resold. My heart has left to sail the oceans and raise the family I unknowingly abandoned.''

''I know it is too much to ask for forgiveness. I think, perhaps, that this letter will bring more pain than joy. In spite of myself, I cannot help but send my love, hopes, and dreams to you just the same. Since I cannot bring myself to ruin a peace and acceptance you’ve no doubt come to foster over all these years, I return to my calling so that I may yet do some good.''

''Should you find it in your heart to forgive me, please know that I have left behind some of my effects with my aunt back in Greenest - my sword, which will always be anchored to my heart and yours - and a silver compass - which has the peculiar property of always pointing to the person the item most loves. This sword is a reminder of my other missing half, and while I hope the blades will be reunited one day - I know that we may not. If you do receive this letter, know that I love you my little Dave, and that no matter how many years pass, I will always be looking out for you on the horizon wherever I may be.''

''With love, longing, and an eternity of begging for your forgiveness,''

''Marjory Evergale Daveson Your lady of thorns''

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