LEGACY JOURNAL OF WINSTON RAYNE
Friday, 4 April 1969 - 11:20 P.M. - Chipote, Peru
I, Derek Rayne, append this entry to my father�s Legacy journal and I pray to God that that I shall never have to make another such entry.
Early this morning, my father, Winston Rayne, died.
Damn the Legacy, damn my father�s obsession with it�s battles and with his fantasy of those god-forsaken sepulchres, and damn me for not being able to stop him. Yet, another wild goose chase after a bunch of non-existent boxes - only this time it killed him.
Word had reached him that an unusual receptacle had been found in an abandoned mine shaft. Nothing must do but that we had to alter our plans to see Cuzco and Picchu to come here to this hell hole to track down this myth. Father had offered a sizable reward for information regarding any such rumour. In my opinion, the informant (not our guide) concocted the story for the money, then, perhaps, chose the most unstable mine in the area.
Father ordered me to remain in the car, which I did, while he went to explore the mine. He had not been in there more than twenty minutes when he was caught in a rock fall. His guide came running to tell me, but then the fellow scurried off into the jungle. I am certain he was afraid he would be accused of some black deed, but none of it was his fault. As for the sepulchre, it was an old, rusted strong box. My father threw his life away for an old, rusted strong box!
I buried my father just inside the mine�s entrance and placed a cairn of rocks and a cross over the shallow grave. I swear that I shall return for him if I myself manage to make it back to civilization.
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