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Caro Zio,

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So che è passato un po 'di tempo da quando abbiamo parlato, e ci sono alcuni problemi irrisolti tra noi, ma sento il bisogno di dirti alcune cose.

Gli elfi della collina di Starsong sono spariti .Dove, non posso dire, sembrano essersi lasciati qualche tempo fa. Cose immonde perseguitano la loro casa ora, e sembrano essere alla ricerca di qualcosa. Ancora una volta, non so che cosa.

Ricorda, zio, come siamo arrivati qui? Da allora ho percepito le crepe nella realtà e li ho cercati. Ne ho trovati molti e non portano a casa, ma in altri posti. Ricordo la sensazione che provavo quando siamo venuti qui. L'ho sentito di nuovo, anche se è diverso. Qualcosa è venuto in questo mondo. Non posso dire che cosa.

Te lo dico perché credo tu debba sapere. Non saremo mai al sicuro, non qui, non da nessuna parte. La Vale ha bisogno del Cazzo. Qualunque cosa tu pensi che io penso a te zio, sappiate questo: sei stato un uomo buono. So che è la verità, è solo difficile per me credere.

Quindi bacia mamma per me e le mie sorelle, tutte e tre. Verrò a casa presto, lo prometto.

Statemi bene,
tuo nipote,
Milo.


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