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The journal of Likot Tumamkogan.
26th of Malachite, year 201
We've finally almost got the well done. It's taking us long enough, though. It's been alright here so far. Good people, all of them. Except maybe Aban... No, he's alright. He's just a little hard to know, is all. Rig̣th is a good kid. Green, though. How green? She actually didn't know how dangerous carp were! How sheltered do you have to be to not know? But, she knows what she's doing when it comes to brewing. Well, I'd better get that well chain done.
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