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Our small hovel of existence was doomed to fail from the beginning, I suspect.
The formula uncovered here leads me to believe that in mere months, the sentry stones will fail.
Once help arrives, if we cannot learn more by delving deeper into these ruins, I'll journey across the sea of sands. The ancient sages of old who dwelled in the city of Kah-Abhar must have written more of the stone's creation.
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Having set up my research operations, I've hit a literal wall, of sorts. There must be more to this structure than I've been able to discern. I sometimes hear strange noises echoing from the spaces in the wall's stonework. The thought of anything still alive, shambling in darkness in some forgotten space makes me shudder. Best to wait for help from the Red Rooks and Iskatu. Helpfully they'll be able to bring a scholar to help with translations.
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These old ruins thus far contain a trove of ancient texts. Even those written in common have a flowery way of speaking bordering on the obtuse. Others seem to employ ciphers on top of their already confounding language.
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(Nothing of importance, wistful writings of an unrequited love)