POTTS AND PAINS PT 5

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Day 27
Of everything I had seen with that damned Fotherington-Smythe, I was certain he was out of his depth in this terrain. What a fool I have been. He is a ridiculous, sanctimonious and downright insufferable lout and yet it is me who has become the monster. I lead these men astray; they will die slow in a swell of madness and hunger. For days we have been chasing shadows. I can only pray it is Sir Archibald, for if not, we are doomed.