My dear Wife,
I left this note for you on the table. I woke up before dawn and did not want to wake you. I didn’t sleep well, to be honest. I’m sorry if I missed breakfast, but I had to take some fresh air, and I’ve just been summoned by the Sheriff. I am writing this with the lad waiting for me outside.
As you know, I paid a visit to the newcomers. Strangeness has engulfed the town in a scarf woven out of Varisian madness. I thought it had to do with the strangers, but as it turns out, there is a dark cancer growing from inside. It’s about to take over, and I’ve decided to do something about it.
I don’t think you would approve. Actually, I don’t know. Perhaps this is why I’m writing you instead of telling you… I feel I haven’t been a very good husband these last few years… I can’t really say why, but I don’t know that it will get better…
If something happens to me, know that I’ve left some savings behind the pantry. Know also that you should leave this town. Bring the children with you, and start anew. There is a great darkness in the walls of Harrowstone. I know, because I’ve felt the darkness touch through me. For the first time in my life, I’ve felt the need for Pharasma’s cold cleansing breath. And yet, though my soul has been shattered by madness, I now feel a stronger fervour. An imperative to stand up against it. It’s not for the town, and to be honest, it’s not even for you and the children. I think I have to do this for me…
Be well Ednea. Be safe.
Your husband in this life and the next,