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... avenly Fire Island and gently fluttering the white, long feather in the young boy’s hand. Blue skies, white clouds, and islands in the lake, followed by thin blue smoke and a youth in black... all appeared as though captured in a painting.
Xiulote sat poised on the grass, a sheet of white paper flat on his lap cushioned by a wooden board below, with a quill elegantly skipping across, occasionally jotting strange symbols. Since the completion of the paper-making, his writing tools had onc ...
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