Handwritten in neat block letters on a page torn from a novel by Nikolay Gogol,
it read:S.O.S. I NEED YOUR HELP. I AM INJURED, NEAR DEATH, AND TOO WEAK
TO HIKE OUT OF HERE. I AM ALL ALONE, THIS IS NO JOKE. IN THE NAME OF GOD,
PLEASE REMAIN TO SAVE ME. I AM OUT COLLECTING BERRIES CLOSE BY AND SHALL RETURN
THIS EVENING. THANK YOU, CHRIS MCCANDLESS. AUGUST?
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