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I believe that it has been many days, perhaps weeks since I last wrote an entry in this book.  I have been very ill.  Erandur is not here right now, he was wounded in the battle with Alduin, so I told him to stay at Dragonsreach.  I do not know where he is anymore.  I pray to Azura that he is still alive.  I do not know what ails me.  My head is thick, the air is thick, I find it difficult to breath and my very soul feels confined and constricted.  I wish I knew where I was, but I try to stand on my legs and they give way.  I cannot remain conscious long either, already I feel another rolling wave of blank nothingness sweeping over me.  Constraining me.  Threatening to take me under once again...Akatosh, save me...