Historian, Alexander Phillips, found the remains of Sandie's journal in 1886. This is one of the few entries that completely intake and legible. It is his entry about the 1927 Bombing of the Archive and provides a fascinating perspective on that fateful day.
Safree 17th 1827
The benjy [1]of the sewers reminded me of my prison cel in Alamien. Yu could smel the pis and shit from a block away and it stuck to yu like a wad. I had to burn my cloths when we were done. Entering the sewers was like sliping one into a cornhole[2]. Sigfreed climbed in first, sliping and sliding, while Garee positioned himself on the bridge, enjoying a dime. I stil don’t understand his porpose, because there was no way we’d here him once he ran the alarm, but no one argued with Sig. The last thing I saw before I climbed into the sewer was Garee rubing that damned cros he wor. There was no reason for a Kiler to be a Barisian. I nearly fel into the pis filed water, but Sigfreed caut my arm in time and I was abel to secure my footing. The sewers were dark-despite Sigfreed’s lamp-and and the wals were slimy and wet, imposible to get a good grip. There was a smal ledge which we desperately tried to hold onto althogh I think we spent more time with our feet in the water then on the ledge. I was going to descale Kingslee and Devin alive for bailing. In al honesty, they shold have been the ones doing this since they had been here before, but they had Roree’s wedding. I don’t begrudge Roree his hapiness, but the cause comes first. Kingslee and Devin shold have known beter. Roree shold have known beter. The sewers were damp, dark, and helish. Sigfreed folowed his markers, but I was certain that we were lost. I woried that we wood not be able to launch the plan at al and, if by some idiotik mirakle we were able to explode the Archives it would be after the ceremony.
I do not know how long we walked throgh the damn sewers, but they started to remind me of the hole[3], no way out, no way in, and no way we cold cal for help. We were alone in the dark, praying for a breath of fresh air and a hint of lite. Even thogh I valud my dignitee more than I feered that dark, smal room or even the tight, decaing tunnels, it didn’t meen I was comfortable. I wood never admit this to anyone, but I was scared. Every once in a while I looked behind me, into the dark abiss, tring to determin if we were being folowed or not. The problem was that each step we took echoed and our echoes had echoes just as our shadows had shadows. It was a long and miserable slog through Bearcaska’s cornhole and I knew we wood niver see the lite of day. I jumed every time the water gurgled and sputered and I swore as a splash echoed down the dark tunnel and my foot slid into the murky water. Sigfreed would incorage me now and then and I would I nod my hed, more to cleer my senses than becuse I actualy agreed with him, and folowed him deeper in the damp stomach of Bearcaska. The wet and sticky air reminded me of a growler[4]. We continued to slip and trip in the muck and grime and I swear I stil smel like that hellhole. I coldn’t see much from Sigfreed’s lamp, but I cold tel that the sewers were rond and had high arches. That was the only thing keeping my mind from the benjy and the bombay shitehawk[5] we were in. I was going to kil Sigfreed for this.
I think the sewers were starting to efect Sigfreed, because he sliped on a bad spot of mud and landed face first into the muck. I helped him up and was overcome with the feer that someone had herd us. I pused as I tited my grip on his arm and looked up at the blak ceeling, the onlee thin separating us from the outside world. Sigfreed pated my hand and I noded my head as I let go. Because fate’s a bitch, not onlee had he droped the lamp into the filthy water but also the matches. He blindly felt around for it, but we never found it. Thank God I had brot extra. He rose and I held my breath as he tried to regain his bearings.
“It’s just arond the corner,” he whispered.
“Are we gonna be able to do this in time?” I asked.
“Yeah, yeah, everythin wil be fine.”
I coldn’t argue, even thogh I wanted to, even thogh I had had a bad feeling about this damn job the minut he told us about it, because one didn’t argue with Sigfreed. I don’t know how he does it, but if he has fath in an idea, then I have fath. If he says it wil work, I no it wil work, even if I no it realy won’t. I hate him because of it and yet I wil folow him to the end of the world, because I no he wil ensure our cuse’s success
We finaly reached our spot and I carefuly checked the twigs[6] as Sigfreed took the box of matches from me. I lied out the charge as we slowly walked away. We wold have up to too minuts to find cover. It was not a lot of time and I did not think we wood make it, but I pushed the feer out of my mind as we made sure that the twigs was in place and the charge was working. We held our breth as Sigfreed took out a match.
He looked at me and said, “Beter muter a prayer.”
I glared at him as he struck the match and slowly broght the fizling flame to the fuse. Both of our hands was shaking and we both pused as we heard a clank. I looked behind us as he droped the match and saw nothing, but shadows. He shook his head as he took out another match. Noises and shadows had been folowing us all day. He took a deep breath befor striking the match one last time. A brite spark lit up the dank corner of the sewer we were hiding in. We held our breath and Sigfreed slowly lowered his hand, taking what seemed like 12/12[7] to lite the fuse. Either a hundred thousand thoghts flashed throgh my hed or it was a blank as I watched the faint but powerful lite inch closer and closer towards the charge. There was a sharp fizle as the fuse burt away. We did not stay long. As soon as the fuse was lit, Sigfreed throgh the match into the muck and we ran as fast as we cold, our footsteps echoing behind us as the tunel enlargened the hising of the fuse until it was al we herd. We took the first turn we saw and did not dare look back. We had no idea where we were going, but that did not matter much at the moment. There was a loud boom! And a warm wave that throgh us into the sewage. Pieces of concrete fel on us and our ears were overtaken by a gurgling roar. I was severely crushed under the ruble and I could barely keep my snout above water. I was certain Sigfreed had left me for dead. I would have done the same if I was him.
I heard the shifting of rock and for a second I was afraid more ruble was colapsing on me. To my surprise I felt a hand reach down throgh an unseen hole and I herd Sigfreed ask if I was all right. I grabed his hand and puled myself out of the muck and felt a sharp pain in my rite leg. I shouted and nearly let go of his hand. Sigfreed tited his grip and asked what was wrong.
I told him my leg was stuck and he tried to comfort me before coufing as more of the concrete crumbled around us. I herd ruble being shifted and I felt my leg loosen, but it was stil stuck.
“What about now?” asked Sigfreed returning to the hole.
“It’s no use, Sigfreed,” I groaned, noing that his life was far more important than mine, “Just go!”
That brave and decent Kiler atempted to shift the debree once more. I puled at my leg and gasped as it sliped from underneath the wreckage. It was bent at a strange angle and it took al of my control not to screem from the pain, but it was free. I reeched for Sigfreed’s hand and he puled me up and out of the concrete death trap. I will admit squeezing through the hole was a bitch and we had to shift some of the debree around, but I was able to free myself thanks to his supreme eforts. I blinked as dust and concrete tumbled around us, my hands resting on his sholders as he held me up. We both looked up and he laughed.
“We did it.”
“Now the hard part,” I said throgh clenched teeth, “Geting out of here.”
Sigfreed leant my body against his and together we slowly tripped and trudged through the muck and mire. We ducked as ruble and dust sprinkled around us, the tunels echoed with ka-clunks and deep splashes. We were good and lost now and we had lost Sigfreed’s lamp and my leg was slowing us down. He rested one hand on my waste to keep me suported and rested his other hand on the slimy walls. It was slow going and I was resigned to the fact that we were niver gonna get out of the sewer alive. The air grew stifling and my head started to spin. My side was burning and I felt a damp spot develop on my right side and al I could think of was dam. I groned as we turned a corner and the sewers started to slope donwards. I assume that was suposed to be a good thing, but it felt like we were simply disappearing deeper and deeper into the abiss. I had always laghed when people used to say that fellow jacks[8] wood jump into the sewers to escape the tits and die in the process, but now I believe it. The rats were squeking as they ran passed our feet and Sigfreed hissed as he stepped on one.
“Son of a bitch.”
I couldn’t help but smirk before swearing as my foot landed in the water again. The only good thing was that the current was increasing, which had to meen we were aproaching the exit.
“Almost there,” he said, “Can’t you sense the sweetening of the air?”
“You’re fucking dingue[9].”
Our conversation echoed through the sewers, warning the rats of our coming. Sigfreed was rit thogh. The air became liter and I thoght I saw a lite at the end of the tunel.
“See, told you we were almost there,” he grinned.
I glared at him as we trudged forward. I was nervous. We had found the opening too easily. It had taken far longer to reach the job site, even with the runing and being thrown around, there was no way we were that close to the mouth. When we reached the opening Sigfreed painfuly helped me climb out and I tumbled down the bank, nearly faling into the river. My leg was crooked and my side was mangled. He landed next to me and neerly pushed me into the river. I don’t now how long we laid on the river bank, covered in grime, sweat, filth, and mud, panting as we stared up at the cleer blue sky. Anyone walking down the stret wood have noticed us, but that hardly matered at the moment. The air had niver smeled so swet before nor had the sky ever looked so blue. It was over. We had done it. Eventualy we climbed up from the river banks and Sigfreed had one of his friends set my leg and wrap up my side. It’s curently in a cast and itches like hel, but I supose things could be worse.
[1] smell
[2] A person’s rear
[3] Solitary confinement
[4] vagina
[5] Deep trouble
[6] fuse
[7] A full sentence without parole
[8] convicts
[9] crazy
Safree 17th 1827
The benjy [1]of the sewers reminded me of my prison cel in Alamien. Yu could smel the pis and shit from a block away and it stuck to yu like a wad. I had to burn my cloths when we were done. Entering the sewers was like sliping one into a cornhole[2]. Sigfreed climbed in first, sliping and sliding, while Garee positioned himself on the bridge, enjoying a dime. I stil don’t understand his porpose, because there was no way we’d here him once he ran the alarm, but no one argued with Sig. The last thing I saw before I climbed into the sewer was Garee rubing that damned cros he wor. There was no reason for a Kiler to be a Barisian. I nearly fel into the pis filed water, but Sigfreed caut my arm in time and I was abel to secure my footing. The sewers were dark-despite Sigfreed’s lamp-and and the wals were slimy and wet, imposible to get a good grip. There was a smal ledge which we desperately tried to hold onto althogh I think we spent more time with our feet in the water then on the ledge. I was going to descale Kingslee and Devin alive for bailing. In al honesty, they shold have been the ones doing this since they had been here before, but they had Roree’s wedding. I don’t begrudge Roree his hapiness, but the cause comes first. Kingslee and Devin shold have known beter. Roree shold have known beter. The sewers were damp, dark, and helish. Sigfreed folowed his markers, but I was certain that we were lost. I woried that we wood not be able to launch the plan at al and, if by some idiotik mirakle we were able to explode the Archives it would be after the ceremony.
I do not know how long we walked throgh the damn sewers, but they started to remind me of the hole[3], no way out, no way in, and no way we cold cal for help. We were alone in the dark, praying for a breath of fresh air and a hint of lite. Even thogh I valud my dignitee more than I feered that dark, smal room or even the tight, decaing tunnels, it didn’t meen I was comfortable. I wood never admit this to anyone, but I was scared. Every once in a while I looked behind me, into the dark abiss, tring to determin if we were being folowed or not. The problem was that each step we took echoed and our echoes had echoes just as our shadows had shadows. It was a long and miserable slog through Bearcaska’s cornhole and I knew we wood niver see the lite of day. I jumed every time the water gurgled and sputered and I swore as a splash echoed down the dark tunnel and my foot slid into the murky water. Sigfreed would incorage me now and then and I would I nod my hed, more to cleer my senses than becuse I actualy agreed with him, and folowed him deeper in the damp stomach of Bearcaska. The wet and sticky air reminded me of a growler[4]. We continued to slip and trip in the muck and grime and I swear I stil smel like that hellhole. I coldn’t see much from Sigfreed’s lamp, but I cold tel that the sewers were rond and had high arches. That was the only thing keeping my mind from the benjy and the bombay shitehawk[5] we were in. I was going to kil Sigfreed for this.
I think the sewers were starting to efect Sigfreed, because he sliped on a bad spot of mud and landed face first into the muck. I helped him up and was overcome with the feer that someone had herd us. I pused as I tited my grip on his arm and looked up at the blak ceeling, the onlee thin separating us from the outside world. Sigfreed pated my hand and I noded my head as I let go. Because fate’s a bitch, not onlee had he droped the lamp into the filthy water but also the matches. He blindly felt around for it, but we never found it. Thank God I had brot extra. He rose and I held my breath as he tried to regain his bearings.
“It’s just arond the corner,” he whispered.
“Are we gonna be able to do this in time?” I asked.
“Yeah, yeah, everythin wil be fine.”
I coldn’t argue, even thogh I wanted to, even thogh I had had a bad feeling about this damn job the minut he told us about it, because one didn’t argue with Sigfreed. I don’t know how he does it, but if he has fath in an idea, then I have fath. If he says it wil work, I no it wil work, even if I no it realy won’t. I hate him because of it and yet I wil folow him to the end of the world, because I no he wil ensure our cuse’s success
We finaly reached our spot and I carefuly checked the twigs[6] as Sigfreed took the box of matches from me. I lied out the charge as we slowly walked away. We wold have up to too minuts to find cover. It was not a lot of time and I did not think we wood make it, but I pushed the feer out of my mind as we made sure that the twigs was in place and the charge was working. We held our breth as Sigfreed took out a match.
He looked at me and said, “Beter muter a prayer.”
I glared at him as he struck the match and slowly broght the fizling flame to the fuse. Both of our hands was shaking and we both pused as we heard a clank. I looked behind us as he droped the match and saw nothing, but shadows. He shook his head as he took out another match. Noises and shadows had been folowing us all day. He took a deep breath befor striking the match one last time. A brite spark lit up the dank corner of the sewer we were hiding in. We held our breath and Sigfreed slowly lowered his hand, taking what seemed like 12/12[7] to lite the fuse. Either a hundred thousand thoghts flashed throgh my hed or it was a blank as I watched the faint but powerful lite inch closer and closer towards the charge. There was a sharp fizle as the fuse burt away. We did not stay long. As soon as the fuse was lit, Sigfreed throgh the match into the muck and we ran as fast as we cold, our footsteps echoing behind us as the tunel enlargened the hising of the fuse until it was al we herd. We took the first turn we saw and did not dare look back. We had no idea where we were going, but that did not matter much at the moment. There was a loud boom! And a warm wave that throgh us into the sewage. Pieces of concrete fel on us and our ears were overtaken by a gurgling roar. I was severely crushed under the ruble and I could barely keep my snout above water. I was certain Sigfreed had left me for dead. I would have done the same if I was him.
I heard the shifting of rock and for a second I was afraid more ruble was colapsing on me. To my surprise I felt a hand reach down throgh an unseen hole and I herd Sigfreed ask if I was all right. I grabed his hand and puled myself out of the muck and felt a sharp pain in my rite leg. I shouted and nearly let go of his hand. Sigfreed tited his grip and asked what was wrong.
I told him my leg was stuck and he tried to comfort me before coufing as more of the concrete crumbled around us. I herd ruble being shifted and I felt my leg loosen, but it was stil stuck.
“What about now?” asked Sigfreed returning to the hole.
“It’s no use, Sigfreed,” I groaned, noing that his life was far more important than mine, “Just go!”
That brave and decent Kiler atempted to shift the debree once more. I puled at my leg and gasped as it sliped from underneath the wreckage. It was bent at a strange angle and it took al of my control not to screem from the pain, but it was free. I reeched for Sigfreed’s hand and he puled me up and out of the concrete death trap. I will admit squeezing through the hole was a bitch and we had to shift some of the debree around, but I was able to free myself thanks to his supreme eforts. I blinked as dust and concrete tumbled around us, my hands resting on his sholders as he held me up. We both looked up and he laughed.
“We did it.”
“Now the hard part,” I said throgh clenched teeth, “Geting out of here.”
Sigfreed leant my body against his and together we slowly tripped and trudged through the muck and mire. We ducked as ruble and dust sprinkled around us, the tunels echoed with ka-clunks and deep splashes. We were good and lost now and we had lost Sigfreed’s lamp and my leg was slowing us down. He rested one hand on my waste to keep me suported and rested his other hand on the slimy walls. It was slow going and I was resigned to the fact that we were niver gonna get out of the sewer alive. The air grew stifling and my head started to spin. My side was burning and I felt a damp spot develop on my right side and al I could think of was dam. I groned as we turned a corner and the sewers started to slope donwards. I assume that was suposed to be a good thing, but it felt like we were simply disappearing deeper and deeper into the abiss. I had always laghed when people used to say that fellow jacks[8] wood jump into the sewers to escape the tits and die in the process, but now I believe it. The rats were squeking as they ran passed our feet and Sigfreed hissed as he stepped on one.
“Son of a bitch.”
I couldn’t help but smirk before swearing as my foot landed in the water again. The only good thing was that the current was increasing, which had to meen we were aproaching the exit.
“Almost there,” he said, “Can’t you sense the sweetening of the air?”
“You’re fucking dingue[9].”
Our conversation echoed through the sewers, warning the rats of our coming. Sigfreed was rit thogh. The air became liter and I thoght I saw a lite at the end of the tunel.
“See, told you we were almost there,” he grinned.
I glared at him as we trudged forward. I was nervous. We had found the opening too easily. It had taken far longer to reach the job site, even with the runing and being thrown around, there was no way we were that close to the mouth. When we reached the opening Sigfreed painfuly helped me climb out and I tumbled down the bank, nearly faling into the river. My leg was crooked and my side was mangled. He landed next to me and neerly pushed me into the river. I don’t now how long we laid on the river bank, covered in grime, sweat, filth, and mud, panting as we stared up at the cleer blue sky. Anyone walking down the stret wood have noticed us, but that hardly matered at the moment. The air had niver smeled so swet before nor had the sky ever looked so blue. It was over. We had done it. Eventualy we climbed up from the river banks and Sigfreed had one of his friends set my leg and wrap up my side. It’s curently in a cast and itches like hel, but I supose things could be worse.
[1] smell
[2] A person’s rear
[3] Solitary confinement
[4] vagina
[5] Deep trouble
[6] fuse
[7] A full sentence without parole
[8] convicts
[9] crazy
