The Diary of Alphonse Frankenstein 1
I remember those days when sorrow wasn't a daily attribute; when happiness was the as easy to come by as a mountain. I remember when my wife was still alive, when William was still alive; when i could embrace them in my arms and know that everything was alright, but now a day filled with rejoice comes seldom. Oh!!!!!! To make it even worst a poor girl has been dragged into the murder of my dear William; Justine has nothing to do with William, but hopefully our courts will find the truth, until then, your dearest Alphonse Frankenstein.
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