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Now you're just making it up.

I know I said I’d be here, but an Augur is on my tail If this is being read in the correct timeline, you have no idea what an Augur is. If you’re further ahead than you should be, you’ll probably remember that you’ve read this note already. Please leave it here for yourself.

Augurs are basically ancient Roman fortunetellers. Or, at the very least, they used to be. A pass through the Gates and an infinity in quantum limbo has made them into something entirely different. If you’re alert, you’ll smell them before they get close enough to touch you. Start running if you smell ozone and don’t let them make contact under any circumstances.

Not much time left. Some brief explanation: You’re in a malleable… place that we usually call the Margins. Everything you see exists because you perceive it or believe it should be there. Don’t close your eyes a lot, don’t let boogeymen into your thoughts, and remember that you’re not the only one here. Follow the path. We’ll meet soon.

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