And Jesus seeing their faith said to the paralytic, “Son, your sins are forgiven.”
Mark 2:5 (context)
— March, 18XX+1 —
March 2, 18XX+1
I come with great reluctance to this document, for I must record the dreadful truth. Yet no amount of cowardly avoiding the truth can change the bitter reality that Charlotte has contracted my terrible disease. She, too, awoke from her deep coma and immediately attempted to attack one of the servants, who sat in watch over his sessile mistress. He narrowly escaped, terrified, and alerted me immediately. I procured the fresh brains of a cow and, upon offering them to my much-changed wife, watched in horror as she consumed them with as much finery as a wolf falling upon its prey. I stood by as she for whom etiquette and most particularly correct utensil placement and use were once paramount gathered fistfuls of bloody, still-hot, delicious brains and shoved them into her mouth like an animal.