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18 DECEMBER 1037, AFTER MIDNIGHT
No. Here. DEAD. Dead people. DEAD BODIES. THIS IS
HELL. THOSE DEVILS KNOW I WILL BE HERE. They hired some
bandits to MURDER EVERYONE HERE AND TAKE OVER. Dark, it's
so dark, AND WET WITH BLOOD. I can't see anything. I can only
see the light of death waiting for me as the Sun rises. I CAN HEAR
THE DEAD GUESTS CALLING FOR ME RIGHT NOW, HA HA, OH,
THEIR VOICES, THEIR HANDS. THEIR HEADS, FOR I AM ABOUT
TO BECOME ONE OF THEM. I am hiding in a closet right now.
I can hear footsteps. They are patrolling outside. This is my last
entry. Farewell, world. To anyone who will ever read this miserable
tale, ABDUL DUMBLY TOLD ME, LIKE THE IDIOT THAT HE IS,
HAH! He told me that the secret chamber for the organisation's
treasure is in the sec-

The diary of Di An ends here. It is assumed that he was killed in
a caravanserai to the South of Damascus, now reduced to rubble,
where this diary was found in an ancient Arabian closet. In 2016,
it was included into the Book of Memoirs and Diaries. The
location of the mentioned treasure still remains a mystery.

PROPERTY OF THE MUSEUM OF HISTORY, DAMASCUS

*The Museum of History, the Book of Memoirs and Diaries, the
characters, and the events featured in this narrative are fictional.*

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