Prophet Smert was right. The chamber beneath Marrowkeep. The divine presence of the Mether. All true. I etch this stone by light from a torch which was not here but moments ago. Did Smert leave it for me? No, it was not him, but someone else. A traveler? The moment I grasped the torch I could not shake the feeling a thousand realities await just beyond the fog. I know I must continue.
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