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A Letter
Dear Sean,

I find it impossible to exist here amidst the tyranny exercised against me daily, against the lies, the broken words and the betrayals. I see no true reason that anything will keep me in this place longer than it will take for me to locate the proper door and make my return, first to Boston, that being seemingly, the closest port of call as it were, and then I shall make my way back to General Wayne's army.

My time as Mr. Adams's aide in the congress and the documentation of such matters as well as my capture last autumn will speak volumes as to where I have been so that no problems or complications may arise from it, and I may step back into my position as courier with little trouble. There is, as you know, always a need for dispatch carriers and I manage the job well enough, better than a good deal of people.

Consider this letter as my final goodbye to you, as once I have left this place, I do not foresee returning to it, save that perhaps, when I should die, my spirit may make its way back into this place but I have doubts that it should be the same or that it should matter.

Instead I return to the last place that I was happy. Do not worry for me, I will be doing what I wished all along. Please inform those who have employed me that I will be leaving, I've no desire to bargain with them on this matter.

Know too, that I will think of you and keep the advice I have gleaned from you in mind as I return home to fight for colonies, for America and her independence. If anything, being here has given me much hope for what is to come and I hold that as well and know that this is right and good and in the end will be worth all the pains and perils I may face.

Your Brother,
David