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9th of Sun's Dusk, 4E 201
When I first crossed the border into Skyrim, I sought my glory through honored combat. Today I cut down a courier in cold blood, and tomorrow I'm to don the uniform of my enemies in an act of subterfuge. There is no honor to be gained with the Imperials, but I'm starting to suspect there is even less among the Sons of Skyrim... Nevertheless, I have my duty, and the deception will commence once the storm abates.
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