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Three years ago, my beloved daughter passed away shortly after giving birth to a son.
Since then, the boy has grown considerably.
He is a very curious child and has a true thirst for knowledge. He even tries to follow after me when I go out hunting. I can't take my eyes off him for a second.
Whenever we walk in the forest, he always asks me to tell stories. He's very fond of Don Quixote.
Although he's still small, the boy's smart and observant beyond his years.
If he weren't stuck here, he might have become a scholar.
I was a careless fool.
I could've sworn I shot clean through the wolf's head, and yet it lunged at me.
I was able to make it back to the cabin, but my wound is swollen and discolored.
I cannot bear seeing the boy's worried eyes.
My body moves on its own and I can hear voices inside my head.
Am I going mad?
I can't die now and leave the boy behind.
Dear God, please protect him.
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