October 25, 1967
I know I should burn this, rid myself of this journal and the world of it's knowledge, but I cannot. My memoris, my research, I cannot bring myself to let the knowledge be lost forever. Is it wrong of me? To fear the loss of such demons? Or perhaps I fear what may happen should I burn the pages, if the scriptures recorded there hold a power of their own. By my unwary quest I have now become an unwilling guardian.
My clients survived and it is only a matter of time until they discover my escape. My one choice is to leave, abandon my life and leave, hoping they will not pursue. There are some people I know, people I can turn to for a brief reprieve. Such people may help me but to trust them is far too much to ask and I must move on before they too are pulled in, or find betrayel.
Gods help me I am not certain I can do this.
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-Anthem Monroe
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