October 7, 1887
Dear Diary,
I found Archie. His sister was sick and he was forced to tend to her.
"She's dead now," He says. Death seems to be normal now.
Archie tried to fix my arm, but he just couldn't. He agreed to stay with me until a doctor was available, but I don't want him to get hurt.
I still hear Analise's screams.
- Ida
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