Old Journal, Page 23

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"Four months have passed. Still no replacement, they only sent me dogs with the supply cart. They said the dogs would keep me company, but they only made it worse. Every night, they just bark and bark, snarling and staring into the darkness of the forest. Every night, I have to listen to their ear-splitting barking. Maybe it's a good thing — at least I can't hear the whispers that way. There are voices out there, promising they'll come for me. I don't like them, those voices — they sound evil. Glad I have plenty of wine left. I need to drown them out."