The oldest manuscript ever uncovered was found in the basement of a rural farmhouse. The exact location of the farmhouse is not known. To be honest, it could very possibly have been an urban farmhouse instead of a rural one as previously posited.

To even suggest it wasn’t discovered in a farmhouse is considered a very bad move in various literary circles. And like the world’s worst chess player, it is a move you will find me making.

In fact, a well-dressed individual delivered the oldest text in the world to me at my doorstep six years ago. Their name, they said, was irrelevant. Irrelevant handed me the manuscript, asking me to translate it before publishing the results.

There was a bit of a spat afterward where I refused and was then politely persuaded otherwise.

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Having completed the translation of the text, I find myself thanking Irrelevant for their kind insistence in having me perform the translation. In hindsight, I feel I should have been more easily persuaded considering Irrelevant’s face was shrouded in a mist that refused to extend beyond the tip of their nose and the lobes of their ears.

Now, regarding the text itself. Or rather, the narrator.

It leaves one breathless at her foresight; to have foreseen her words fly through time to our doorsteps, quite literally mine in this case. Her words are, as far as we can confirm, historically accurate and provides an interesting insight into the times from before the recently discovered great Break.

It is my great honor then, as the chief historian of this ancient city of Leit, to reveal to you the life and times of the great Sierra Leitguard, self-proclaimed goddess, as told by Leitguard herself to who we assume to be a scribe lodging at her inn at the time – with the original translator’s notes by yours truly.