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... ng ripples on the foundation.
Yet in this vast, stormy woodland, Ansel can still hear a faint "squeak squeak."
That is the sound of hand-operated spinning wheels spinning, or rather the sound produced when dozens of spinning wheels shrouded in autumn rain mist are set in motion.
Amid this orderly squeaking, Ansel wears a content, relaxed smile, reading the newly arrived brief while sharpening quills.
For the scribes of this era, sharpening quills is an inevitable ...
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