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Dear God, the longer I remain in this accursed place, the more I doubt my ability to keep track of the days. What assurances do we have that a day here is not a fortnight or longer back home? I can only describe this place as Hell. The lakes and ocean boils like hellfire, the demons and witches dwell here openly in their sin; their food spits and screams, dare I mention the multiple eyes? It’s a mockery to your Creation! Oh God, I pray, please give me strength.
I’ve shared my concerns over these matters with my brother, he doesn’t share in my trepidation. To be honest, my Lord, I do not understand him. He is disinterested in the prospect of returning to our Godly land and is content with resting on his laurels like the utter sponge that he is!
I must emphasize my concern, my Lord. I am beginning to think that Caleb has lost his way. I've seen him enjoy the company of a witch when he thinks I’m unaware. Has he forgotten our purpose? I’m in shambles attempting to deal with him. I haven’t the slightest inclination on what he is thinking. I can only pray that you show him the error of his ways; I am afraid, my Lord. That only by your grace will we survive this hell.