It was a brand new journal, freshly sewn and tanned with care. Filled with a thick pallet of pure creamy parchment, a tobacco colored leather cover and spine and a shiny new brass buckle to lock it all together. Stamped firmly on its front was.
“Markolf Malte Siegward”
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