15th of Othen 2734
I write this, sitting on the edge of a cliff. Shivering, chilled, I send you this message to remind myself of why I am here. While sitting in the glade the gaze that was once a presence on my back, became a boaring entity desiring to devour me... All at once I got the sick chilling feeling that it was him watching me! I spun around, and the figure dashed into the trees. I pursued... and ended up here. All will be explained in the morrow... for now, I must rest. I have run so far on legs that did not desire the pursuit.
Could it have been...?
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