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Journal Entry 20 - September 19th, 1845
The madness that plagues my brother has shown no signs of ceasing. I cannot tolerate watching his violent fits of delirium and mania. And I loath to confess that we may be rendered no other choice but to commit him to Warwick Asylum. I still vainly wish to understand what caused this. All I do know is that the accursed valley is where his wagon was found entirely abandoned. And as I recall the childish ghost stories from our youth, I wonder if there was some truth behind those dark fables. Perhaps one day soon I will investigate it myself. I feel as though I, too, shall go mad if I never receive answers. I cannot make sense of anything.
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