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They became dead a year ago when they dared to touch you, my love. Now that I have fulfilled my duty of vengeance, my sorrow will not be lessened, but my soul will find peace only for a moment. I shed rivers of blood for you, so that they would know how strong my love is. How painful it is to realize that even millions of deaths cannot return everything to the way it was. Wait for me, my dear. I am going home. Now I can warm you among these cold graves. P.S. Forever yours, Eric
