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Three texts written on top of each other:
TEXT 1: (black ink) I was talking to my friend from across the sea, and he was telling me that there's this temple oh and maps, yous see, and it's guarded by beings from between the stars. It was buildt by this ancient civilization of space-fating (faring?) explorers, who used it to keep tabs on the affairs happening on the world beneath. We can't see it because it's on the other side, and everyone who knows about it aren't talking, because the leadership told them to and they're all in this huge global conspiracy. If they find out you know they take you in for brainwashing, and the problem is they have thought-scanners, so nobody's safe. The temple has awesome surveillance equipment used to beam prayers into the heads of the high priests and the gods, as well as armaments controlled in the same way. That's how they manage to control the population with their religious fraud after careful dogma seeding, and why it's such a closely guarded secret today. The problem is someone tried to find the temple by going there over a hundred years ago through a thing made of brass and steam, and even though it makes no sense at instances of documentation on that is also shut down and removed, so it must be true as well. I just don't get what the current things there are all about. Stars & erkin
TEXT 2: (green ink) For the first time in a long time I don't feel like my mission is entirely clear to me as if all the words have been translated to a language I can't speak or even identify. It's incredibly vexing, espescially since it brings back that horrible doubt. I thought I was beyond that now that I've devoted my life to the word of the LORD, who knows all things and makes me righteous for going where he has decreed and performing his missions. Yet how I am filled with questions and his words are harder to make out amidst the din and racket of everything else. It is so very frustrating! I want to do good, but now I cannot know for certain what that is! Eli, Eli, lama sabaktani! (translated: God, God, why have you forsaken me)
TEXT 3: (red ink) This is absolute bollocks. Nobody knows what the bloody hell they're talking about, but do they shut up on that account? Not bloody likely. Take this tosser as an example: Total glue sniffer by the looks of it. Still better than the rest of them, poncy gits. This book is sodding useless! Well, almost. At least it's good for hiding my own little scarlet letter.
Gry's Notes: She's noted that there are several texts and remarks written in red ink with messy handwriting (and often a certain amount of snark) around in the book, possibly written by the same person, and that these might be the ''scarlet letter'' spoken of here. Current 'list' of these found at bottom of Fragments page.