Diary Entry - 2024-12-05

Dear Diary,

I unlocked the door today. The key turned easily, almost too easily, as if it had been waiting for me. Behind the door was a staircase, descending into darkness. The air was colder there, thick with something that felt like anticipation.

Signed,
The Youngest of Patricks

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