September 7th, 1888

Annabelle Scrimgeour,

It's taken a lot for me to write this and tru~~t trust the owl it goes with finds you.

I am not sure what to wre write and it's quite hard at the moment. I'll try not to make too many mistakes.

My health is waining and being in this daes dark, dark place is taking its toll on me. It has given me a lot of time to think on things.

Recently, my thoughts have turned to you. I shuad should not have treated you the way I did. I should not have done what I did.

Please write back, Annabelle. I have much to say.

I am sormt soury sorry.

Your father,
Argus Scrimgeour

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