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~39 AD
Morin Khur Sewers, within The City of the Rats.
JoeP
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I am lost and tired.
I feel as if I am going insane, so I must write.
This places has so many damned twists and turns, it is like a nightmare induced by the strongest concoction imaginable.
I had thought I escaped and yet here I am once again. Back in the same place.
The city of the rats is real, and I am lost in it.
It is true what the rumors say about the place, the rats make little of their own. It would seem that every structure has been haphazardly mashed together with things they have pilfered to make some twisted interpretation of a settlement.
At times I hear something particularly large lumber through the place, testing the supports of the rickety structures.
It seems to mostly stay across some bridge above.
I can only hope it stays there.
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