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6 Thrimidge. Home, Bree-land.



Penned in precise and evenly lined sentences, a blank page near the middle of a slightly scuffed, top-grain leather journal is newly inscribed. If one were to flip past the filled pages to the very beginning, one would find the first page titled with: Bernie Tweed, Bree-land followed by a series of odd symbols.


Thrimidge

Home, Bree-land

√ See smithy in town about a replacement spade.

 Fishing tonight? Craving a good pan-fried trout, can use the peace and quiet.

 Make preparations to ride over to Sanders' house when next free. Discuss changes to previously lenient loan terms.

º The festival that never ends is still on. Fireworks keeping me up at night, drunks whizzed on the flowerbed. Becoming somewhat irked.

Surprise of surprises, Miss Kitowyn appeared for work this morn. Injury healed up surprisingly well, must be of good lineage. Returned my linen cloth. Cleaned out the hives, removing the overgrown combs and other debris. She was a natural, took instruction perfectly. No mishaps. This one is a keeper. Provided she doesn't choose to try to rob me again. Took her payment in some cast off wax scraps and a cheesecloth. Why can't all help be so eager and economical?