I unfold the yellow crumbling paper, it must have fallen out of the back of the painting when I moved it. The handwriting is in very neat black cursive and it states:
"The eye is the key, down into black shadow you must go to save yourself. Do not wait for salvation for none is coming. The end of the world is here, the light so bright. 14-01-1962." signed John Henry Moore.
This makes no sense whatsoever to me, perhaps just the deluded ramblings of a man in the last stages of dementia. I wonder who this man really is? I absent-mindedly stick the note into my pocket and forget about it. It's getting dark quickly outside and it's too far on a damaged leg to hike back home, I might as well over night here. I start a small fire just outside the house and I start plucking the bird that I caught. Eggs and chicken, a meal fit for a queen!
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