Alice Kingsley's Journal

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This Journal, being the diary of myself, Alice Kingsley begins this day, the 11th of January,in the name of Our Lord, 1285. A swift bird, gliding high above the grassy plain, I write these words, In the heart of the forest. Where I usually hunt with the Lords and the Ladies. As I look back upon my days of training and hard efforts to become a Falconer. My Father, Oliver Kingsley was of the highest quality falconer’s, As the snow would fade and trickle down the cliffs. we would climb the steepest of Switzerland's, Mountains to take the young fierce falcons from their nest to be trained and help us in the gruesome hunt. Consequently, my mother has always influenced my soul to follow the path of my father, To gain and acquire the knowledge of
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