The Gunslinger

<Transcribed from found journal, entries written in early Badlands cursive, unknown author>

SUNDAY JULY 17 Guide ran off during storm last night. I'm now headed in the last direction he claimed Spectre City was. Three days of water left. I better find more soon.

MONDAY JULY 18 Made good time along a mostly intact road; 22 miles. At sunset, could still see heat signature of something large shimmering on horizon [MISSING FRAGMENT] bodes poorly. Camped at the remnants of an outpost.

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THURSDAY JULY 21 Dusk. Back at the outpost for the fourth time. Every time I head towards the city, by the evening, I end up here instead. Followed the sun; I didn't circle, I didn't get lost. This should be impossible.

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insane, but a blindfold [MISSING FRAGMENT] enormous cathedral, doors wide open, made entirely of either crystal or diamond [JOURNAL ENDS]