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I unlocked the first door, pushing it open. The heavy wooden door slowly swayed open with a loud creaking noise. Grabbing a torch we found in the cave where I eliminated the bandits, the four of us slowly inched forwards into the smaller cave. This one was equipped with several smaller benches, filled with all kinds of old papers. Some were covered in dried blood and looking over a decade old, others were more recent and neatly folded into a leather binder… There were countless scribbles and drawings of mutants on every sheet of paper. Not that I could read them! But Harlow seemed to have a general idea what they were about. “The