Epilogue
A few years later…
The diary was put in the solid box of glass. At day, people gather around in the museum to just take a look at the pages; at night, historians praise the intelligence of the unknown author who was clever enough to write down all the important details of the period.
The diary could finally rest in peace along with its author’s soul under the protection.
No one knew how the life of the author was ended exactly, but people mourned her for being brave.
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