Hampton, Virginia

November 10, 1850

My Mary is gone, and with her goes all my hope. I couldn’t have imagined how terrible last night could have gone, but it did, in every inconceivable way. It started out so good too, I was sure my plan would work out. How could I fail? How did the horrible events of last night come to pass? The whole night is still but a blur to me, an awful dream I can’t seem to wake myself up from.

As the sun started to set last night, I snuck out from the tavern and casually made my way to the caves. No one paid any attention to me, everyone has gotten used to me by now. I figured that if anyone were to ask about Mary, I’d just tell them that she has fallen ill. Not that I would be entirely dishonest, she had been taken ill...

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