It is the 12th day of traveling with The Master as I write this foreword and let me tell you one thing, you poor soul who found this journal: Be afraid. Be very afraid. This journal belongs to me and therefore may only be read by me. As long as I live that is. After my death it will fall into the hands of The Master. So if you are reading this chances are: He's already on his way.All Rights Reserved
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