Glacier Keeto
Lately, I fear that I am not alone up here in my study. I see no one, yet I feel eyes watching me. Neither my tenant nor his boyfriend come to my room, so I know 'tis not them. This happens every day now, but when I look I see nothing but darkness. I want to tell someone, but I dare not. I see no reason to give people another poor opinion of me.
I was always considered strange by the townsfolk. Mostly, this was due to the fact I was twenty-one years and still unmarried. Women were creatures I preferred to do without, you see. Even now, I refuse to have female tenants and promptly inform them of this fact. Once, I was engaged to a young woman, not by my own choice, but because my parents had willed it. When I told her I would have nothing to do with her, she deemed me unfit to live a life without her. I never should have accepted that box of cookies she baked for me...
I was p o i s o n e d by that woman.
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The sound of a quill pen hitting a wooden desk permeates the empty attic room. The only things not covered in dust are the writing desk, a typewriter, and a small plush toy that sits on the stool in front of it.
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Prussia
