Dear Diary,
The passage opened into a large, cavernous space. The ceiling was so high it was lost in darkness, and the walls were lined with shelves, filled with objects I couldn’t identify. Everything was covered in a thick layer of dust, as if it hadn’t been touched in centuries.
Signed,
The Youngest of Patricks
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