Jayphynph 279 Share Posted February 1 Daniel Andres von Rhoswald could not help but feel relieved as he held the missive in his (functional) hand. The years of labour, the repeated help of friends, and so little time left to enjoy its fruits. He could only hope the future was secure. Daniel sighed, placing the missive aside as he returned to his sickbed, a place he had been inhabiting more and more these past weeks. 6 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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