By the time you read this, it will be too late for me. I'll be gone. But you might have a chance.
I don't care what you thought you were going to get, what brought you here. No matter what you were promised or threatened with, it's not worth it.
I know you have no reason to trust me, but please, at least let this be a fan to the fire of doubt that I pray is inside you now.
Turn around, and head back. There is nothing but death here.
Certainly no mountain of gold and jewels, believe me.
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