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I really hope this thing is transmitting.

If it is, that means it's 8een a day or two since the last log was posted on your end. For me, it's 8een... I don't even know how long. Time doesn't work down here, and it's not the normal Echidna temporal fuckery I'm used to. Days pass at intervals that I entirely fail to comprehend. I blink while going into a tent at Mrs Plenty's, and when I walk out, twelve hours have passed.

I really, really, really hope that's why I'm so fucking hungry.

If it isn't the time, it's something else. Something that doesn't have a Name name 8ut is known and reviled to me like a chronic sore. The thing that took her and Roz and everyone and I'm smelling candle wax every time I 8reathe and

Something unaccounta8le.

I wish I could have enjoyed my trip down here. This place is so West it hurts. 8rimming with freedom in every crack on every surface and I just had to pick the worst fucking path. It's worth it. The hunger is worth it for her. Oh god I should have 8rought more food for the Remem8er-est this is a different kind of hurt than the pain I can take. Food seems to satisfy but never for long. Then it's just hunger again.

8ut the hunger is still a clue. I know where to go, I saw it. Scars and Stains and Chains and things I can't go 8ack from 8ut I'm not leaving her to die or worse out there.

I miss everyone. Lady 8eetle and the Spotlight are nice company 8ut there's still a void. I miss the Stenographer and the Medium^2 and THE EVIL FUCKING SKULL. I mean shit I'd even kill to hear from the Remem8er-est right now. Every second someone's not talking to me feels so lonely and the only thing I have to make it less lonely are the thoughts and the thoughts are going to lead me NORTH if I'm not careful.

There is a Door to the North. I know that well. Hahahahahahahaha look at me the girl who makes her trade seeking out the loc8ions of anomalous Doors and 8r8king every 8oundary along the way. Is it any wonder I'm here now? Am I going to end up at the 8ottom of that Well just like them? And when I make it all the way West and find that horizon of my own is it going to 8b8b8b8b8b8b8b8e just like

No. She's still alive. There is hope. A pirate doesn't turn around 8efore she's found what she treasures.

I am me.

I will not lose myself.

I will not lose myself

I will not

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sound the call secure the deck prepare to fall If doom's a'knockin' we don't pray we meet it face to face today steel yoUR NERVES LOCK YOUR SIGHT       PEACE     SURVIVES       8eEcause

I'm coming, sis

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