I haven’t written in a while, but I keep track of the date and time. It’s a new year and I’ve been here for so long. I guess this is my life now. They must be thinking about me, Henry Cross. Just like many did, going missing by unknown circumstances…
Wait. I must stop writing. I heard the crackle of branches behind my settlement… 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvQNDrK8aCv
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