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16 DECEMBER 1037
Someone broke into my room. Papers are scattered all
around. This diary is lying on the floor. It must have been read. IT
MUST HAVE BEEN READ. Them...it was them, wasn’t it? They are
now aware that I know about them. That night. What they do, and
the names of the perpetrators. I am the witness, the only man alive
in town that can expose their secrets and turn them in to the law.
But they know where I live. They know my name, and they know
I KNOW about them. They will shut me up. They will silence me by
turning me dead, for dead people do not speak. They also know
that I will be leaving soon. How am I supposed to leave this cursed
place?! I might---wait, am I hearing..camels?..OH GOD, XING,
WHAT HAPPENED?! XING, NO! YOUR BLOOD, YOUR BLOOD!

17 DECEMBER 1037
I am alone now. In the desert. Not East of the city, no.
Mohammed and his group are patrolling that area. I left through the
South on FOOT. Those devils killed my Xing. His blood is still warm
in my hands. They planned for this. They cut off my only escape
route. Curse you, Abdul, that snake! I left the city last night. I left
most of my money there, so that perhaps they will be more forgiving.
They probably will not catch me here though. They expected me to
go East, not South. The wind is strong, and should help hide my
footprints. The only thing I can do now is walk, and wait. Wait till
I see the closest caravanserai, and take refuge there. I have been
walking for a day now. It’s dark again. I do still have some water left,
and---that..FINALLY! THE CARAVANSERAI! I AM SAFE!