Journal Entry 33 - [Date Not Available]
This prison shall one day crumble. The mortar between the bricks falls out when picked, and water trickles through the windows amidst thunderstorms. I sense the weariness of the cruel sentinels; they do not rest well. I see a great deal of fatigue within their eyes. How pathetic of them. A fortnight ago, I grabbed one’s leg. And how he fell so effortlessly! He dropped a key ring and it was nearly mine. Mr. Randolph was not pleased by this and locked me in a dark room for many hours. I may be a fool, but I am King Lear’s fool nonetheless. In time, all will have no choice but to concede that my prophecies shall unfold. And those who do not will endure all that awaits them.
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