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Dearest William,
You've only been gone for a few weeks but to me, it feels as though it has been a year. We all miss you, even the staff. Celine has been checking her cards every day- they seem fine, but we're all still worried for you. Nothing much has happened so far. Mark took a job for a shoot out in Texas. He says to send you his love and that if you die over there he'll kill you. Celine says the same, though she's writing you her own letter.
How are you doing so far, my friend? Are they treating you well? I'm sure that there are things you can't tell me but please, tell me all you can. I must confess that I am quite curious as to the inner workings of it all. It scares and fascinates me, this war of ours.
If I'm being honest though, William, I do hope that you don't see too much action. Selfish of me, I suppose, but I can not bear the thought of losing you in this great and terrible war. Come back alive, my dear friend. Or I'll have to let Celine dabble in necromancy again.
This letter of mine has gone on for a while now, so I suppose I will end it here. Stay safe, my dear William.
Love, Damien.