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I’ve found it! The last piece for the body! The right hand.
Now all that is left is for me to sew them altogether.
The search for various body parts has been exhausting. Finding newly buried graves are
the most useful. They are fresher and have less discoloration than the older parts I have found.
As I dug up this last grave tonight, I stared at the face of the deceased. I began to think about that person’s life. Who was he? What did he do? Does
he have a family? I wondered if his family misses him just as I miss my mother.
Life is such a fleeting thing, you never know what is going to happen next. I never thought my mother would die so quickly. I never thought that my father would outlive her. I always imagined her there when Elizabeth and I started a family. Fussing over her grandchildren spoiling them as grandmothers do. Now I look at my Father, he has lost his partner I wonder what his life is like. Is he going through the same pain and torment that floods my soul?
My father was never worthy of my mother’s love. He was always busy with his own affairs, he never had much time for us. I doubt he even misses her. My mother was always supportive of my endeavors, my father always disapproved.
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house. It’s my family’s estate, my inheritance, but I would rather give it all up and live here, in Ingolstadt. I don’t think Elizabeth would want that though, Geneva is her home too. She hasn’t had the luxury of leaving it and exploring the world, if she had I think she would see it for all its faults. God only knows what nonsense my father has been
filling her head with in my absence. He is turning her against me just as he did my own mother. Oh! If only I could have her back with me, back in my arms! No one else’s love can ever replace hers. She was a saint in a fallen world. And never again will I be happy on this earth!