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Here now lies Mircalla, the Countess Karnstein.
My beloved, how I wish everyday for your return. But to know that you may one day walk once again upon this earth as kin to the revenant slain by my very own hand is a knowledge too painful to bear. May you rest undisturbed here, enshrined forever within my heart and these chapel walls. As I gaze upon your still face, for what I must cruelly pray is the last, know that my adoration for you remained throughout it all. I leave behind your journals, their content free from the judgement that my eyes may unknowingly cast.
May God rest your soul and readily forgive mine.
Johan Vordenburg