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Inklings
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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
Rarity: Common
Weight: 0.5 kg / 1 lb
Price: 14 gp
Where to find
- Old Garlow's Basement X: 799 Y: 746
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.