| abstract | - 6 Jan. 1945 Leg has kept me up the last couple of nights. Terrible itching. Fortunate side effect: time to think and study. I think I understand more about who my ancestor, King Otto, was. His ambitions and dreams. The righteous fire that burnt within him, almost I would dare say, divine in nature. He was destined to be the Holy Roman Emperor. What is my destiny? Or rephrase: can my destiny be controlled? Yesterday, we found King Otto's secret study chamber, thanks to my research assistant. Valuable things hidden inside. Research papers, alchemical texts, maps... Reminded, briefly, painfully, of when I found my father hanging from the ceiling in his study at the old estate. How cold its great halls seemed after, as if it died with him. Should not dwell on these things. Concentrate on the research. Will go for refreshments despite the late hour.
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