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[Excerpt from the diary of Martin K. Blackwood]
They hail me as a hero. They say I killed him, The Archivist.
I suppose they are right.
I sleep in a bed that is too large and cold; when I wake up, the other side is empty. I also feel empty inside.
I should have died with him. I promised. Whatever happens, we go, together. I don't understand why it didn't take me. They didn't find Jon's body. I should have gone with him. I don't understand.
Maybe he tried to protect me, right at the end. Idiot. Liar. He promised. We promised.
[rest of page is water-stained and illegible]
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[letter left at an unmarked grave]
I miss you, Jon. I miss you everyday.
I feel so lonely, but Forsaken isn't here to take me anymore. Some days I miss that, too.
The Archives were completely destroyed, and all your stuff is gone. I got the keys to your old apartment, eventually. It was full of dust and memories. You were still Jon back then, just Jon, not The Archivist. Everyone only remembers you as The Archivist now.
I'll always remember you as mine.
I hope you're safe, wherever you are.
Yours forever,
Martin Blackwood