Frayed knot piece of writing
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Day four... It's been raining for days... There is no dry firewood... The rumours appear to be true about these ruins... I hear the heavy pats of creatures circling my camp at night... Invisible... Yet present. Are they the servants of the heart-twisted enchanter whose abode these ruins once were? Will I live to find out? I have decided to stay just one more night... There are still some stones I have not cleared from moss. The moonstone must be close... I know it...