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september 9th 1875

i woke up from a horrid nightmare and decided to try and get my job back at the newspaper press, hopefully i can talk some sense into mr. rogers. i walked by the mine on the way there and still wondered what happened that day or if it was just a dream, i arrived and mr. rogers was the only one there seeing as its sunday, he was at the printing press, dropping the press onto the papers to publish the news. "please mr. rogers i need this job."....then he said it "and i need a worker that can actually do his job." and the voice came into thought again, "kill him, its just another tainted soul." i grabbed mr. rogers by the hair and shoved his head into the printing press, pulled the handle down hard i heard the crack of the steel press meeting the fragility of his skull and the crunch sent shivers down my spine, i continued to lift and slam the press back down on his skull until i saw that tomorrows news was printed in red.

johnathan walkes