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// Extract from Twilight Sparkle's diary; Entry dated 10/10/994 
// Story: Monument 
// by Equimorto 
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It's almost nightfall. The locks here are tougher than I thought they would be, I guess that confirms my suspicions that they're hiding something. There are signs warning ponies not to come this way, even on the door itself. I bought extra food in the park and refilled my water, I should have enough for another day. I'm almost out of bits. One of the guards caught me trying to break through this door. I couldn't just wipe his memory, he'd run into me again on his next walk here. I used a spell and the money to convince him I'd bribed him and he'd agreed to not come here. He closed off the entire corridor, no one has come close since. 

I can hear sound coming from beyond the door. It seems the Spire does sing, after all. I haven't cracked the lock yet, but I'm making progress. Slipping past security to get here wasn't hard, they're even lazier inside than they are outside. I hid in the bathroom to get away from the rest of the group as we were leaving, then ran behind a guard while he wasn't looking.

The guided tour was fine. Nothing I didn't already know, but it was nice to see the building up close, it's still an impressive feat of architectural engineering. A seemingly pointless one, but most ponies seem to not dwell on that. The souvenir shop was even more tacky than I could have imagined. I'll probably buy a Spire-themed hat for dad later. Shining would have loved one of those.

I'll get back to the lock now.