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You approach the town gates and suddenly almost as if the town itself were hungry you are sucked into a shack just inside the gates.

You find a Gnarled Man sitting behind a creaky table. He is attired with some tattered vestments, is looking you over and cackling a bit while nodding his head. Finally, he extends a bony arm and offers you a seemingly ancient journal of some type with some illegible scrawl across the cover.

Read the Journal