September 6th, 1890

Jo,
Another week has passed. How can time both feel as if it is at a standstill and quick at the same time? The promise of receiving your letters is what keeps me going through the days when I miss you the most.

The flowers aren’t as adorable as one would think. Some have thorns. I’m already fairly overrun with ladies every other Thursday when they hold their book club. Their selected readings aren’t the sort for interesting conversation. I keep trying to suggest novels of excitement, but they are much too concentrated on refinery than enjoyment. I have a sneaking suspicion it is a cover so they can gossip. I am grateful you aren't that sort of woman; they are tiresome.

I am glad to hear you are making some headway and have made one of the bricks move. It does seem rather odd that Kamal seems to think the tomb was sealed recently if you haven’t any evidence of that. However, I do hope you continue to be careful. I know you have curse breakers among you, but it grieves me to imagine some sort of catastrophe befalling you and your team once you are able to access the tomb.

I apologize if the suggestion of me paying for our next trip aggrieved you. I only wished to ensure you would still have funds left over for other travels when I cannot be with you. I did not wish to offend you. You deserve more than I can give you.

I await your next letter.

Yours,

Zach

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Pretties thanks to Olive! <3