You have washed up in Realms Otherwise. You feel confused, bewildered.
The door creaks closed behind you.
You are standing in a small, circular hallway. Up above your head spiral steps lead upwards, so far up you can't even see where they end.
From far, far below you hear the waves crashing into the rocks.
To your left is a small wooden table, upon which lies a sheet of grubby parchment, a flask of ink and a quill. To your right the wall is hung with a selection of frames, with writing inside. The writing is too small to make out from here.
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