Day 1. We make camp in a large cavern not far from the surface. If there is any power here, I cannot detect it with my magic. I have asked the Divine for guidance, and been told only that I already have what I need.

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Day 2. Came upon a city today, as planned. The place is a ghost town and reminds me uncomfortably of how our journey began. Didn’t sleep well last night, perhaps due to the falling temperature. My companions looked restless too, as did Vjark’s men. The city’s survivors have little to say. I shall meditate and pray and wait for things to become clear.

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Day 3. The few stragglers from the city we sent to the surface with an escort provided by General Vjark. No one feels much like talking, even Zephyriel. Only Sheran seems unperturbed, but he keeps to himself. I believe I dreamt last night, but cannot remember what.

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Day 4. Definitely a dream last night, of caverns much like these. Felt a presence. Will write more this evening. Wish Wen would stop acting so skittish; it makes me nervous.

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I must not be so short-tempered with my friends; they have done nothing to deserve it. Awoke this morning unsure I had slept at all, not certain if I was remembering a dream or yesterday’s travels. A glimmer? Vjark says soldiers are disappearing.

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Reached capitol. More bodies, few survivors. We are being watched. No longer receiving messages from the surface. Vjark went to look for his family. Fool.

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Don’t know what day it is. Fell down a hole. Don’t trust people. Old people.

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If there is an evil here it is the place itself.

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Why do I keep this chronicle no one will read? What thoughts have I worth preserving? Will Valeria see this? Does she know where we are? Does even Gilead?

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Fought a spider. Unless that was a dream.

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There is a golden light.

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Other spiders. Sajidel mutters to himself.

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There is a golden light.