Journal's Fragment

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Day 12
My hands are bleeding, and my feet feel numb. I’m tired, cold, and hungry. But the chest is safe here, and that’s all that matters. The vrakhiri won’t be able to put their bloody claws on my gold anymore. No thief would ever reach this peak either.
There’s just one problem… The way I climbed seems gone. I see no path back down.
Did it get covered by fog? Or is my mind playing tricks on me?