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Faded Diary...another dream of Red Mountain erupting. People running as flaming rocks the size of cantons fell from the sky... ...can still see my brother's outstretched arm, as he tried to reach the silt strider and walked right out into the boiling waters... ...not just Vvardenfell, all of Morrowind was hit by the rocks. There's no work and no food will grow under the ashes. We are going to try for Skyrim...
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