Dear Diary,
I spent the day exploring the cavernous space, trying to make sense of what I found. The shelves are filled with strange artifacts, each one unique, but all of them feel connected somehow. It’s like they’re pieces of a puzzle, but I don’t know how to put them together.
Signed,
The Youngest of Patricks
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