I have received terrible news in the mail today. My long time colleague and friend, N. Perot, has committed the ultimate crime. Is this the beginning of another dark age for OES? I do not know.
Here is his letter:
My dear friend,
I regret to say that my time with you has come to a close. I am very sorry I couldn't say goodbye in a more personal setting, but alas, fate does not permit.
I am drowning myself today, Q., and it is with a heavy heart that I do so. I have discovered certain things that I feel no other person should know. So I die, taking this information with me.
Remember: Though this is the end for now, every ending is a beginning. Please carry on, good soldier.
"In Elbrahim We Rest,"
Norman Perot
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