??? September (?)

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I can not explain what happened today. I awoke to find myself  in this strange place. I have no memory of how I came here. My last recollection was of leaving Wethersfield and beginning my journey to the Macmillan Estate. The last part I had to travel by foot... A seemingly never ending fire burns next to me. I can not even tell how long I lay asleep. This area of the woods seems to have no day or night, just an intolerable gloom. Unsure of what awaits me but I will keep filling this journal. Maybe with a hope to warn others.

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