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Written By Olivando

April 10, 2020, 7:16 p.m.(2/4/1013 AR)

Books are wonderful. They don't scheme and they don't keep secrets. Though perhaps having spent so much time in their company, they have begun to rub off on me. "Like an open book", as the expression goes.

Written By Olivando

April 6, 2020, 11:50 a.m.(1/23/1013 AR)

I set down my pen just now and realized that I have not yet eaten. Along with the pangs of hunger I noticed a new, melancholic sensation. Different from the usual, faded grief. Ever since I joined the church I've thrown myself into my work, reading tomes, writing scripts and performing various clerical tasks. But there's more to learn that can't be found within dusty books. Perhaps I'll take a walk around the city and make some new acquaintances.

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