I won't be long, and please don't worry about me but...
They took Ulghor.
They took him à la campagne.
They took him this morning.
He'll be gone for the next. four. days.
Carrying him downstairs, his sobs echoing in the hallway, at least they let me have that courtesy.
To give him away, watch them smash his box between two children. Two children who, when he was crying, kicked the cage.
He didn't stop.
Goodbye my lover.
At least in the countryside you are truly king of your domain.
Kill some stuff for me.
I've literally never felt so alone.
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