My Dear Sarase, The plague caught me in its ravenous teeth. Death draws near. I won't risk you or our boy. You must leave Zuuk. Please, flee Black Marsh. Take what you must to survive the journey and don't look back. Zuuk turns to dust, and I fear for you. Hold me always in your eyes, as I will ever hold you. Your Loving Husband, Shul
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