8 AM, September 30th, 1894
Ezra,
I despise living with the ghost of you. Your presence hangs over everything and I'd obliviate myself if I wasn't so bloody terrified of living a life without you..
Rosie
Her handwriting is distinctly messier than normal. There are smudges every so often and the corner of the parchment looks as though it'd gotten wet and has since dried.
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