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Marshaling my forces via a séance, Josette was contacted.  It was an evening bittersweet.  She is in no way an hostage to them; that was a complete fabrication by those miscreants.  Josette, however, gave me my ring back.  True, as odd as it sounds.  In an attempt to liberate my heart, she renounced our engagement and returned the ring of our intentions of betrothal.  It was not a rejection.  It was permission to seek a love obtainable, rather than chase a ghost who would never return.

I am heartbroken.  I am freed.

I am freed.  I am heartbroken.

BC

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