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Here's chapter thirty-six.
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Eighty-sixth day of summer, 83 Post Rains.
We traversed the Pasaje two days ago. There are more settlements along its bottom than I remember. When we came to the middle plains we entered a small valley to the south. There is a city here called Platita.
Capitán Alvarez returned my pistol and the cutlass to me. He and most of his crew have gone to a local shipyard to see about the damage on the Viento Rico. But Sr. Perez was... kind enough to aid me in finding arrangements for Mr. Reyes, as well as seeing to some of my own needs.
The people here bury their dead in a low-lying side-valley, at a place called Colina Amarilla. Mr. Reyes was laid there to rest today. I was able to procure a simple stone. It reads as follows:
Alexandro Estevan de los Reyes
de Isla Naranja
66 D.L. - 83 D.L.
I believe that was the year he was born. I knew his age, but not his birth-date. Of his relations I beg pardon if my guess is wrong.
The Yellow Moon watches over him now.
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I have acquired passage to Nasr, on the trade-freighter Jal Qessán. It will leave in four days. The Nasreans speak more Mid-Oceanic than the Valuans, so it may be easier from here. I am attempting to make all haste, but until I come back to my own on Isla de Faro, I have only my skills to barter with, at present.
In the meantime, there is no more I can write of Alexandro Reyes that I have not written before. As instructed, I leave this journal, among other things, to his sister, Elena.
And my part in this book is finished.
Samuel Greys
de Isla de Faro