Welcome to the Gloomy Hollows of Spookinite Valley Est. Sept. 2012 Journal Entry 20 - November 20th, 1847 I am beginning to question the reasons my regiment lingers in this valley. The melancholy clouds sometimes appear to scrape the summits of the steep foothills and mountains. Some days the icy rain is merciless, pouring upon our camps and muddying the road. Even the warmth of whiskey cannot goad what happiness remains within my soul to come forth. We have been here twenty-three days and I have yet to see the alleged highwaymen. Are these stories simply fiction? I believe they are. And now here I am enduring this utter misery. I hope soon this fruitless occupation ends. Return to Journal Entries Next Journal Entry Previous Journal Entry Click below to play ambient sounds.

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