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I am beyond the pale. The Prophet can sometimes reach me here, but even she can't see me through nights like this.

I should write the answers on some leaves and throw them into the wind. It's called botanomancy. As good as any form of divination I can think of. To follow my fate, given to me by the wind, the trees, the earth itself might ease the distress I feel.

I was married six months ago, on this day. She died three days later. I am beyond the pale.