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| name = Inklings
| name = Inklings
| image = Book Generic G Image.png
| image = Book Generic G Image.png
| controller icon = Book Generic G Unfaded.png
| icon = Book Generic G Item Icon.png
| icon = Book Generic G Item Icon.png
| description = '''Inklings''' contains ruminations likely written by Garlow.
| description = '''Inklings''' contains ruminations likely written by Garlow.
| quote = This book is redolent with the enticing smell of paper and ink.
| quote = This book is redolent with the enticing smell of paper and ink.
| book author = Old Garlow
| book text = [This novel is bookmarked on a page lined with markings; its reader seems to have underscored certain parts for emphasis]
| book text = [This novel is bookmarked on a page lined with markings; its reader seems to have underscored certain parts for emphasis]


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| weight lb = 1
| weight lb = 1
| price = 14
| price = 14
| where to find = * [[Old Garlow's Basement]] {{coords|799|746}}
| uid = BOOK_UNI_LOW_WhatRemainsOfYourDay
| notes =
| uuid = 9bff3943-679e-43bc-98c4-fac2b6267e9b
| where to find = * Basement of [[Old Garlow's Place]] at {{coords|799|746}}
| notes = See also:
* [[A Greeting to this Home's New Occupants]]
* [[Garlow's Retirement Plan]]
}}
}}

Latest revision as of 23:06, 18 October 2024

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Inklings contains ruminations likely written by Garlow.

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This book is redolent with the enticing smell of paper and ink.

Properties

  • Books
  • Author: Old Garlow
  • Rarity: Common
  •  Weight: 0.5 kg / 1 lb
  • Price: 14 gp
  • UID BOOK_UNI_LOW_WhatRemainsOfYourDay
    UUID 9bff3943-679e-43bc-98c4-fac2b6267e9b


Where to find

Text

[This novel is bookmarked on a page lined with markings; its reader seems to have underscored certain parts for emphasis]


After all, there's no point in denying the undeniable, which, until that moment, I had obscured with the million minor tasks by which I measured my life. Yes, the polishing, the scrubbing, the pouring of wine and tea and deference into my master's cup - all of it had surrounded and obscured the essential truth of my life, like a phalanx now fallen. I had wasted my years, one by one, and now there were hardly any left to me at all.

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