Demomire, January 17th 1867 My Dearest Bartholomew, Your words found me in the quiet of an evening cloaked in Demomire’s lingering fog, a constant reminder
13th January 1865 Lionel, As I sit here in the dim glow of a lamp, penning this letter, I can’t help but marvel at the twists my life has taken. Your name comes up often in my silent thanks, old friend, for it was your hand that guided me to Demomire. My adventures in Africa […]
January 5th, 1867 Journal of Thomas Dawson. Another day draws to a close out here at the homestead. I sit by the dying firelight, scratching these words onto paper, a feeble attempt to document our struggles in this place. The wind’s howling outside, sounding much like the wail of a lost soul, if I believed […]
4th Of January 1867 My Dearest Sister Mary, I hope this letter finds you well, or as well as one can be within the ironclad
January 3rd, 1867 Dear Miss Dropwater, It is with a heart buoyed by anticipation that I pen this letter to you. Your request to engage
Journal Entry for Abagail Merchent, January 2nd 1867 Today marks the first entry of my new life. The soft glow of the morning sun spills
Steel wheels screeched against iron rails as the locomotive sliced through the hazy dawn. Steam plumed from its chimney, a leviathan of industry snaking towards
Jean-Luc Moreau watched as his passengers explored the banks of their newfound world, each person engaged in their own discovery. The air was filled with
