Entry #1:
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Dear Diary,
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Today, Father brought home an apprentice. His name is Mote or something like that, but I will call him Boy, because I don't like him. To think! An apprentice for Death! That would imply that someday, this Boy will take over the job or something. No-one can BECOME Death. You're either Death, or you aren't. It's not something you can learn to be.
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But you know what I'm really afraid of? I'm afraid that I'm going to have to marry him. I haven't heard anything specific, but Father has been dropping hints... Ugh. I don't know how I could marry someone like him.
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On another subject, I was browsing in the library. I looked for a biography of some girl about my age. Just for a bit of company. I found a really wonderful one, about a girl called Alice. Her father wouldn't let her marry the man she loved. So when the father was not home, they had a simple wedding ceremony and then committed suicide. That way, they died married, rather then live separated. Awfully romantic, don't you think?
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Entry #2:
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Dear Diary,
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I've been reading more biographies of young girls in the library. They're so romantic! But I have to stop reading them now. Albert saw the books lying out, and told Father. They both thought that Mort had been reading them, for you-know-what. Father asked Mort to stop, and Mort agreed - even though he wasn't the one reading! He took the blame for me. I really felt bad about that.
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After that, I had a little talk with him. Mort, that is. He said he had known all along that I was the one reading the books. We took a walk in the garden, and we traded insults for a while. It was kind of fun, but I think he might have gone a little too far when he said that my eyebrows "look like a pair of mating caterpillars"
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He was awfully surprised when I told him I'd been 16 for thirty-five years. I also told him about how Father adopted me. I actually had a good time. Mort even told me he had absolutely no intention of marrying me, which was kind of insulting, but then I don't want to marry him, either. Maybe he's not such a jerk as I thought he was. Not that I want to pick out curtains or anything.
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Entry #3:
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Dear Diary,
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Wow, are things ever exciting around here. Mort told me about Princess Keli. You see, she was supposed to be killed by an assassin, but when Mort swung his scythe, he missed the princess and instead hit the assassin. Or at least, that's what HE says. Personally? I think he MEANT to hit the assassin, and save Keli's life. Now THAT'S romantic.
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That's not all, though. History is, like, trying to fix itself. There's some kind of fog that's centered on the princess. Everywhere the fog passes, reality is "back on course", meaning that Princess Keli is dead. When it reaches Keli, history will have totally fixed itself. Mort is going to try and save her, although exactly how is beyond me. He says that this wizard, Cutgood or something, has a theory involving Keli's coronation, so they've got to make Keli queen before the fog gets to her.
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Unfortunately, because of weird rituals, the coronation can't be held until exactly the same time that the fog will catch up to Keli. So, Mort needs a way to slow it (the fog, that is) down. He intends to use magic. You'll never guess who he wants to provide that magic: Albert.
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It turns out Albert is actually Alberto Malich - one of the greatest wizards of all time. Mort and I went to the library to read his biography. It took up a whole shelf!! Now comes the scary part. Albert heard us in the library. He came, and tried to kill us! Luckily, we were just reading about him doing that, so we managed to stop him by dropping his life on him.
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Other scary things are also happening. Mort keeps talking like Father does, and his eyes are... I dunno. His eyes are bluer, more like Father's. I'm worried about him, which is strange, because I usually don't care a rat's turd about him...
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Speaking of Father, I haven't seen him all day. He's never been gone this long before, not even during the plague in Pseudopolis! I'm really getting worried about him...
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