A Weak Sorceress's Journal I

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Part 1

After leaving Tarif, I wandered without direction. I had no destination in mind, yet standing here, it feels as though I was always meant to arrive at this place.

And still... I am afraid. It feels like the end draws near. I despise this sensation.

Did the Black Spirit guide me here? Ah... forgive me. I should not question your will. If I have erred, punish me as you see fit.

- A weak sorceress