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// Chapter 3 
// Story: Unread letters 
// by 27 
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Dated eighty years after incident.


Dear sister I am saddened to say that the subject of this letter will not be a cheerful one. 

Today I went to the funeral of one of our dear friends princess Platinum. She died of old age. The ponies thought I was so brave not shedding a tear. Thinking I was doing it to show respect for a dear friend. 

Truth is…Well the truth is I wish that was true. Ponies think I am immortal. Although this is not true I will probably outlive my subjects a hundred times over. So over the years I have become numb to the death of the ones around me. I do not do this because I don’t care…

heh I bet you would have cried your eyes out. You were always more caring than I was. I am sorry that this letter is short but I must go dear sister



Sincerely Tia