It's been a day or so since I last wrote. I had to heat up the ink, that's how cold it is. I don't think I have enough food to last much longer, about a day's worth, I'd probably die of starvation if I tried to get through the pass, if the cold and snow alone don't kill me.
I'm huddled in a little indent in the left side of the cave, I'm still freezing, but atleast it's out of the snow. I can't see much, outside the the light of the fire, and I can't hear much over the wind. What I do hear, I don't like, howling, screeching, some of it sounds like laughing. I must be going mad. I'll try to make it through tommorow, though I doubt I'll manage it. I can hardly tell which direction I'm facing, I've lost track in the blizzard. Tommorow.
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