Elijah writes:
Under orders from the Captain, the crew is being held on their stations – to keep them busy, and their minds on work and off of the fiery illumination that sprang to life during the night and is still with us this morning.
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Day Two Hundred Forty Nine #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld
A large party of dissenters slunk away in the cover of night. Those who remain think they went in search of the mark and the protection it offers.
Elijah conferred with me. We are in perfect accord. His work is done here. He will send others to reach out to the villages on this side of the mountain. I have one place left to check before we move on.
Probably as soon as tomorrow.
Day Two Hundred Forty Two Afternoon #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld
Enoch writes:
Rufus and Clarissa returned for more provisions for Elijah (yes, I know Lyle’s real identity).
Pray we will soon be together and be about our work.
Day One Hundred Forty Six #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld
I decided to try something else today. Instead of heading back into the city, I asked permission to work in the vineyards. I hoped to give Grazie an opportunity to contact me there. The same restrictions are in place.
Lyle took a reluctant Kip with him to check the gates in the city.
I am always inspired by my view of the desert from my work station in the vineyard. At one point I was so engrossed as to be unaware of Grazie’s presence.
She is indeed Moglen’s daughter. As for her “different” names, she gives no reason, other than it’s personal.
And she has agreed to meet with Lyle and myself tomorrow.
Now if only Lyle and Kip return.
Day One Hundred Forty #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld
The whole east end is camped outside. The first day of the harvest is in, with many more days ahead of us. The leaders tell Lyle that the harvest will be a very great one this year.
For my part, the physical exertion was welcome. It relieved my mind of troublesome thoughts. Though my gaze wandered from time to time over to the western fields. There is a noticeable increase in the number of their laborers. But I saw no one look up from their work, nor look over our way.
Comparing their numbers to the size of their fields, I don’t see how they can get it all in.
Lyle wants me to check the west end gateways tomorrow.
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