by Amy Cross
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Addendum – I am taking another break, at four in the afternoon, to make some more notes. I fear that if I do not set things down, I am likely to forget.
For the past few hours, I have been working steadily to get that blasted door open, but it is becoming increasingly clear that the place is secured with the rigor one would expect at Fort Knox or the Bank of England. Judging by the strength of that door, one would be forgiven for thinking that the crown jewels are hidden on the other side. I know that I should give up and focus instead on the rest of the site, but as the afternoon has worn on I have found myself becoming more and more determined to get the door open.
The heat doesn't help. Even down in the tunnel, I find that I am sweating profusely. In fact, I have even begun to become a little paranoid. More than once, I have heard a noise nearby, only to come out to the surface and find that there is no-one nearby. I keep telling myself to focus, but I cannot shake the feeling that I am being observed, and I fear that if I do not get through this door soon, I will go quite mad. The thought of leaving Thaxos tomorrow without finding out what is hidden beneath the stones is simply impossible to entertain. In fact, I might even delay my departure.
The light is going to fade in a few hours. I must continue to work.
