University of Terra

an old ripped piece of paper

we need to run. The voices are telling us terrible things, except calvin. Hes telling us to run. but there is no where to run, except the sands. The sands! The sands! we'll escape that way. Hopefully we can find my friends in the sands. I'm leaving this paper near our old camp sight. hopefully Cain can find this, that blasted golem. This might be our last note, so we say goodbye. bye. bye. bye. b-


miguelp001 BalancedCobra

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